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