It felt like
I was walkin swift,
out in snowy drift
my thumb stickin out,
just lookin for a lift and
I'm going on and on
along this icy road, where
nobody should be driving and
there's not a single flower thriving,
just a sorry soul stuck diving
into vacuous space, with
a deadpan face an
intricate lace, and a
now unhurried pace
shuffle shuffle
thumb down
a single thread,
black thin and bare
floating adrift,
in starlit air
unattached
a single layer,
not enough
cold pink hands
in bottomless pockets,
filled with keys to lost lockets
with tick tocks and tickets, bits of
tobacco, and crumpled up paper
so lift yourself to lift the veil,
but lift yourself to no avail, and
it's no matter if you succeed or fail
it's a silly serpent biting it's own tail.
it has no need for anything else.
keep on walking