Fade - Great Grandpa

Stumble down to the bus stop

Grey washed to bluster

In casted out thoughts

Shoes dragging on the pavement

Unnerves me in ways

To keep it moving

Pounding sticks in my head

As I try to give in to the ways I digress

I’ve got the same face

Hair is changing

And I might stick right now

But then I’ll drift off

Wore down this shine

As looping back

Seems to make it grow duller

Unfurl this spline

With crooked slack

That bends to look closer

And I need that rush

Gotta fade or else it does

I know you feel the same

Woke in a haze on the bus

The hard blue seats really hold in the musk

Livid and backtracking now

I’m pulling the chord

But I cringe at that sound

Projected in ways on my peers

Their somber moving iterates all my fears

I’m in the same place

But I’m changing

And I might slip somehow

But then you’ll get off