Mile 19

Another mile on the road and it’s all the same to me.

I drift my thoughts along the way. -It’s not like it used to be.

Do you remember when we’d fly like we were birds without a care?

Now I fly alone ‘cuz you got lost out there somewhere.

But I’ll wave once in a while, a passing smile just because.

And I hope you can remember about how it really was.

Every place may look the same but a different memory is left behind.

But somewhere along the way I’ll visit one sometime.

And although some might be fading, others I still see clear.

And I’ll etch my name into the wood just to say that I was here.