Five thousand miles
Wandering the desert dry
Yearning for purpose
For some venerable way to die
Grinning gal with silver dollar eyes
Head lost in endless reveries
Searching for a way out
Blonde hair rustling in the breeze
Two paths entwine
Haphazardly passing by
Sore souls searching
Answering each other’s cry
Talking for hours,
He ignores her every plea
Mere inches between them
Each one the other’s tease
Through smoke and gunfire,
She grabs him tight
He’s gunning for the end
To go gently with the night
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Five thousand miles
Wandering the desert dry
Yearning for purpose
For some venerable way to die
Grinning gal with silver dollar eyes
Head lost in endless reveries
Searching for a way out
Blonde hair rustling in the breeze
Two paths entwine
Haphazardly passing by
Sore souls searching
Answering each other’s cry
Talking for hours,
He ignores her every plea
Mere inches between them
Each one the other’s tease
Through smoke and gunfire,
She grabs him tight
He’s gunning for the end
To go gently with the night
insp. by the petrified forest (1936)
