No road home ...
No one passes through here ever stays for long
i can't even seem to catch sight of my own road home
The body hanging at the end of my own line i don't recognize
waiting for a change ― that never comes around
Fleeting through the primrose path crossroads in a blur,...
right now i'm standin' here like a brainless scarecrow all alone
Just another familiar frost heave pothole barely shunt
swerved around like an unmarked bump
on this frozen lonesome road
i let you see it and you told me what it was ,..
but the shadow in the rear-view mirror reflects the ground
Looking for the Black Box to unearth the cause of the crash
somewhere underneath a black and white rainbow i can't find
If you see a wayfaring stranger that abides undone
don't even stop to feel the ache that trickles down
Just hit the gas and hold sway the wheels go round,
look off---- the dead raccoon lay sullied at the side of the road
No one passes through here ever stays for long
i can't even seem to catch sight of my own road home
The body hanging at the end of my own line i don't recognize
waiting for a change ― that never comes around
note:
"it's only water" was a moment, a concept which measured an untamed wilderness river's flow; a fleeting life chapter came and went, a not so simple soul's pseudonym for an enigmatic being trying to just let go ,.. yes, i too always dreamed of being someone else that found
"it's only water" was a moment, a concept which measured an untamed wilderness river's flow; a fleeting life chapter came and went, a not so simple soul's pseudonym for an enigmatic being trying to just let go ,.. yes, i too always dreamed of being someone else that found
freedom from unhappiness,
a life well lived,
because it's a long road
tough times change,
bedevil,
undo,
melt down ―
••• redux •••
written by: h.a. rivers ... 11 .13 .2017
writing happens ―