Shoes sticking to the pavement
An anchor holding me still
Wheat fields waving me forward
I don't mind this evening chill
I'm careful not to stay much longer
But I have nowhere to be
Consistencies ring through the new year
I guess that they comfort me
Until I see the start of morning
I don't intend to leave
It seems like the best forward
Is pushing for something surreal
When all the adrenaline crashes
What will be left to see
I guess that's left up to me