Out  walking

When you come a long way
get blisters on your feet
stumble on the cobbles
fill your shoes with blood
and still find nothing.

its depressing.

You look back down the hill
see the hurt faces of people
and the tail ends of conversations
that you passed by in your conviction
that there is something better at the top.

idiot.

You discover your early
there's no-one there to meet you yet
can't even go back a bit
and apologise to the people behind
their faces are blurred already.

its depressing, idiot
fucked.