August 27th.

Funny how the years

Switch around the tears that way

Like I was seventeen;

August 26th.

But I was blessed with bad eyes
There’s a lot that I miss
But I don’t mind
I’m not that old
I’ll find out what broke me soon enough;

August 25th.

Light the sky with my black-eyed dreams;

August 24th.

And we find what we're made of

Through the open door;

August 23rd.

On and on and on we go
I don't understand this winding road;