Long Ago

I can’t stand looking back and the future holds no place for me.
All the love had ceased and died when the journey became necessity.

I don’t know where it went. Oh, could this be the end or a chance to start again?
This love died long ago. I’m only going through the motions.
Immersed in what I’ve known, I’ve reached the end of my devotion.

Beat the dead horse ‘til it bleeds, never a care for what it needs.
Lose another pint of blood. How can it work if there’s no love?

Take away the reasons I began. Could it be the chance to start again?
Somebody once told me that persistence was the key.
Never give up trying, never give up on your dreams.