Ballast

Blood marks the road

Where the animal left its life behind

In a red stain

That the rain will wash away

Fall of night foretold

Sky colors like a bruise

And i think of ones i used to know and

Of paths they had to choose

For we are born and we remain forever

Trapped inside our heads

No human chords are struck

Without a resonance in other lives

But the echoes we hold onto seem

As arbitrary as the times

For we are born and will remain