They All Travel In The Passing Lane

Passed By
by: Rob Paquin

Insecure
So demure
So willing to endure
So unsure
So back before
Staring at all these closing doors

So very sure
That there's no more
A million signs of my failure
Seemed so pure
Seemed so assured
But now it's just a new Bonjour.....

A goodbye secured
A goodbye I can't endure
A goodbye of a - forever more
Immature
There is no cure
I just felt it all so premature

The open door
The hearts on the floor
Inside the grave of all that's come before
I swore
I would not adore
I would not be worthed by curators

Sore
Feelings spurred

Judged, sentenced, and obscured.

~ The Snowdog