Promenading

A boy is walking in circles,
Fists clenched high in the air.
As he looks into his past
His fear is showing,
But he won’t admit he’s scared,
Only to rage with "none can compare."

A girl walks with one thousand graces.
Been to one and a thousand places,
One thousand dates with one thousand dresses,
Has everything except self admiration.
In her self the hate is swelling,
Why? Because the life she dwells in.

Time follows closely behind them,
They’re somewhat near the end.
But they keep on going,
Out giving back blank stares.
Lets no one know what they’re doing,
Yet no one really cares.

I don’t think they are prepared.
But who the hell is these days?
Whether it is from this end of the block
or to the other side of the world,
No matter where they walk,
Life will soon erase them.