Swansong

Take a step back
and lock it away.
Another end,
another day.

Highroad, low road
A payload to heavy
To take either one right now.

I am tired of it all
It happened to me
Summer
Spring
Winter
Fall

Time to retreat.
I get it, I got it
I ate it, I bought it.

See, I invited all this to my door.
Man, I won't do that anymore.