Billy Pilgriming my life away
Passing through the world randomly
This day was lived long before I woke today
45, 16, 23, 11, 62
One year after another in no discernible order
The stories all sound the same
The years leaving me barely sane
Looking backward is hard enough
Looking forward leaves you feeling touched
I'm looking down at my own awkward feet
Glued in place, if not in time and space
