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A Restless Road
I ride a restless road
with nowhere to go
watching the sky blaze with certainty
scorching these withered, tired limbs
I sip from my conscience here
in this land of no water. only rock
I imagine I gulp it all down
dreaming I drown
but I lack that perfect ambition
so I plod on, dying of thirst
and all along the vein that I sail
lies the rusted and burnt steel
of riders derailed
awesome... i really enjoyed
awesome... i really enjoyed reading this.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
Thank you
Do I dare disturb the universe?