Things Are Looking Grim

Hit the streets,
I got this look in my eye,
Feet on the ground,
Sights set on the sky,
I'll run until these long roads collide,
 We'll meet in the middle,
At an intersection of misplaced words,
There's no need for introduction,
You've seen me before,
You tried to catch me but never could,
I know what you hide under that hood.

Till my heart bleeds out,
Or there's no breath in my lungs,
I'll thrive in the chase,
Cause time well spent is never a waste.

Dry bones, dry bones,
Catch me if you can,
It's nothing personal,
I hope you understand,
Let your joints grind in the sand,
Wear thin and break,
Turn back to dust,
Where we all began.

Dry bones, cold eyes,
Dry bones,  cold eyes,
Never a victim to your lies.