• Can’t get through life
    without faith in something.

    Old men got faith in god,
    last thing they got.

    Luck is loose,
    end up in ditch
    or be wandering the
    wastes of ages
    long past.

    Love is strong,
    strong like venom.

    Ain’t got nothing right now,
    wandering, finding what to believe in;
    what’ll keep me alive.

    Older you get, the harder,
    the more you realize this ain’t no world
    for old men.

    Change. It keeps on changing.
    Can’t keep up, you’ll be left in your own
    Vices.

    I’m lost, are you?