Treading asphalt is when I think most clearly
I am reminded of all that been, is and was
It is like I am chasing after it all
But it does not make sense anymore

I used to tread asphalt and smile
Because I used I have a place to go
A heart to go home to, a place I belonged
Treading isn't all what it used to be

You consume my thoughts while I accelerate
The dash lighting illuminating the streams down my face
If only you and others knew what I tread home to...


An empty heart