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