The Long Walk
On my walk down
This eternal highway
My body has grown tired
I am spent
This showerless skin
Grows heavier
Between each breath
I am heavier
My body is ready to lie down
It’s lonely out there on the highwy
My soul is re-tired
My money long ago spent
Mother Nature herself abuses me
my already tattered skin
Desperate for a new coat
Sand filled shoes
The weight of the world
I’ve lost my internal compass
There is no guidance even from the devinest
Please remind me
Which way is up?
And why am I always falling down?
What happened to the cars
which once blew winds of hope
On this now desolate road?
Hotel California plays like a worn out record on a tired radio
Bartered for $3 worth of items well spent