Watching the sand fall,



listening for the knock

upon my door,

and waiting...

for the Promised Land.



Standing neck deep in life,

my ring of brass

lay rusting on the floor.

Is this all?,

because it's not what I expected.



Somewhere along the way

friends I once held close

fled the fast lane.

I didn't notice,

I just had to make it.

Head down, nose to the grindstone;

the kiss of life

placed on my brow

somehow slid to the ground

and lies buried six feet under.



Preaching from the floor again

the same old sad song,

"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son."



Where did it all go wrong?

What's the use in even holding on?

Here's to love, hate... and promises.



Almost called it today.

Turned to face "The Void"

numb with the suffering

and the question,

"Why am I...?"

So many times I've

tried and failed to

gather my courage, reach again for that nail.

Life's been like

dragging feet through sand,

and never finding... Promised Land.



Preaching from the floor again

the same old sad song,

"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son."

Where did it all go wrong?

I feel like I'm dying.

Here's to love, to hate,

to promises and Promised Land lies.