An Old Walk Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

It’s the cold way we walk
Down the street, to the world we know.
The useless, and the shallow,
It only goes to show, how we
Try to fill the hole,
As we walk out, and go.

The ignorance, of fresh idea’s
All the false hopes, and maybe we’ll steal
The ignorance of youth. Than maybe we could deal
With the road we walk on, to stolen ideas.

Time will only go to show,
As we walk, life will grow dull
As we let go, to all we lost and to all we know.
The cold darkness of the night ahead,
Our regular intervals of time have bled,
As we walk, to a life of dread.