Tracks

Its such an ugly thing...

robbing those who love you the most,
robbing those who'd never allow the needs of another to go unmet.

Its an ugly ugly thing.

Barreling down the road of destruction, all too familiar to us all.
We've seen you make this turn.

Again. And again.

There are no excuses; just choices.
There is no one to blame; just yourself.

So go ahead, spin your tires until they're bare.
But mind the mud you fling in the process;
everyone already has enough dirt of their own.
They don't need yours.

And please, leave ruts in your own yard.
No one else should have to fall into the pits you leave behind.

We have our own tracks to make.