Mortal Wounds

In the back of an old Toyota
We vowed to die before we got old
A New Year's resolution never fulfilled
We live on while others fall
Where did it all begin?

When we were young
Nothing could match
The wingspan of our innocence
But wings of flesh
Are bloodied and bruised
By a world hungry for one's soul

What calls you away
From laughter and gaiety
To face the existential loneliness?
Whose face do you carry
Through the strangers tangle?
What past do you return to
When your present isn't enough?