Firewood

No longer burdened by youth Not burning and open and raw like a wound And shopping is much easier now I can be quiet and private and protected In a compartment tucked away real tight I'll ride my bike 'til the sun goes down Singing songs of no reason while no one's around And when it gets dark, I will continue to stay out With my gray hairs all on the ground With something new to romanticize They'll all leave without you They always will We can hold hands if we promise to go to the same place At the same exact time I will keep my grasp tight Until we part ways, then we can both disappear If I avoid you, then you can't abandon me I can focus on my tasks so fervently Everything is much easier now My beliefs unchallenged, thus calcified In a compartment tucked away real tight