A Little of the Old In and Out

We charge in
Full of purpose
Full of promise
Full of rage
Hate
Love
Lust

Arriving spent
With nothing left
Except the wanting
The wanting of a nap

After resting up
We get up
We scrounge up
Some courage
Some crazy
Some gumption
Motivation
Fuel
Miracles

There isn't much to do though
Except that which must be done
That which must be dealt with
From which most would rather run

Then we leave
Not with the bellow we rode in on
But with a soft crunch of gravel
Beneath our tired feet
Down that winding narrow path
That's not much of a street
Full of weariness
Full of completeness
Full of life
Hellos
Goodbyes