Prologue: A Penny to Spare Me Your Thoughts

Spare me your thoughts
It's felt, already known, the burden of burying best friends
Empty spaces in shells of old bones
And she asked, Why do you live so hard?
To prepare for another blow
Dove too deep letting Ego die, fell asleep in a field overgrown
Woke up overthinking oblivion, endless winter then turns to spring
I lust after forty-four sunsets
To offset the unrest of unruly dreams
Though I've grown, I'm growing, I'm still unknowing
I'm onto better things
Let's not waste new tears on yesterday
This cycle will surely repeat
We have nowhere to go but everywhere
We're on to better things
Nowhere to go but everywhere
If only our minds can be beat