here I am
wherever the hell that is
between the something
and the null and void of nothing
i have seen things
and kept quite
just me
and the road
burning citys
in ruin
it was all so plesent once
when i lived off dreams
when life was spent
between the covers
of night
now it’s living
a million miles
a second
blurring scenery
the under passes are
are revolving nightmares
pulled between
the memories
and the future
stuck in the now
i am an abandoned
road side attraction
forgotten on the
what was of America
the shanty buildings
the tragic stories
of dilapidated homes
and sad drawn out faces
I don’t apologize to them
or have room
for the few hitch hikers
I have seen
in a world
where I was a hero
I am now
a blade of grass
on an infinite lawn
rolling along the planes
to receive my mountains
its just what gets me first
insomnia or hallucination