Start out again with a wiped slate
open road stares you in the face,
Despondent traveler wayward led,
In between the lines he read,

Lost yourself in the whens, the wheres, the whys,
Couldn't separate the hows, the whats, the lies,
Friends found and lost forever
Life's passing you by in a blur

Can't distinguish one day from the other,
Lying in the arms of the estranged lover,
You wish it would finally come to pass,
And lying there you could breathe your last....

No expectations

Any hope for company is long gone,
No hand to hold as they prick me wrong,
No hand to pour me water when my throat is dry,
No body to cheer me while bored I lie,
No body comes as day turns to night,
No body calls before first light,

And then I begin to wonder,
Will there be shoulders to bear,
Me on life's last journey,
the answer stares me in the face,
As does the coroner's gurney.

So he lay there waiting,
he started hating,
every moment as it passed,
each one felt like the last,

He peered through the veil,
it all smelled old, stale
like it'd been there a while,
The food on the floor amongst stomach bile

He got up hurting, ginger,
He passed the crowded hall,
He didn't linger,
He didn't have the gall,

to see people,
Not when he was alone,
He felt feeble,
His heart as cold as stone

He dragged along this heart,
and played his part,
In other's lives unabating,
So that no-one else would just lay there waiting