Like bikes through sand we're barely moving.
We tried to hold on to the grains but they fall through our fingers.
If only I could unroll those days and stretch them out forever.
But the years divide us and separate us from ourselves.
And it haunts me how time goes on.
It leaves us all waiting.
Walking aimlessly into the unknown.
Clear skies, midnight drives, and songs from old mixtapes.
The sounds that resonate through our ears.
They keep ringing.
And after all these years, your songs and your words keep ringing.