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Jul 2012
I took a trip down the road
And knew not where to go
I looked to the sun
To guide me through
But soon came the clouds
And there I was alone
And all without you

Down the path
I felt the wrath
Of life's sting of
Betrayal and forced solitude
I found a bar on the
Road made of wood and brush
I walked inside
And the bartender told me to hush

I looked out the window
As I quietly sat down
There was a funeral outside
And everyone wore a frown
A cool wind passed through
Every open window
Where then walked in
The bereaved wailing widow

Her eyes shown black
And her dress was white brown
As she walked with the gown
Her ind seemed not intact
She made her way outside
And out on the ocean
I could feel the changing of tides
They all gathered around the grave
To pay respects to the one man God
Saw no reason to save

I turned to my ***
And thought for a moment
"Should I run"
But the barmen came over
And asked, "You alright?"
"I've been better, " I said,
"This going on all night?"
He shook his head
And took out a book with
A binding colored red

I finished my *** and
Headed towards the ocean
There was no reason to wait
My blood was still flowing
Down through the road
My body felt cool and cold
The birds in their trees chirped
As my feet kicked up the road
Truth in the treble of
The sounds of the Earth
There was magic once in them
But now only hurt

I passed a few empty shacks
With no living souls inside
They looked decrepit and broken
With no postings or signs
And without warning came someone
Who looked like a shadow down the road
My blood ran cold, my legs frozen
I tried to run, but my time was chosen
As they came closer I began to see
There was no reason to fear
The shadow was a child, a little girl and dog
She wore her hair up as walked through the fog

She smiled at me as she passed
Wearing a golden necklace and
An old straw hat
I walked a few paces and turned around
She was gone without a trace or sound
Where are we now my lady?
Where are you tonight?
There are things going on here
That aren't exactly right

As soon as the day had been
The night had fallen upon me
I could only glimpse the stars
Glimmering through the tree leaves
Pale white and flickering through
I thought of the widow and her face of blue
Her husband in the ground
And the piling up of the dirt mound
I saw a bench up ahead
And laid down upon it
My body feeling as if made of lead

I closed my eyes and envisioned
The widow all alone in her room weeping
Nowhere to turn to
With life's pain winning and beaten
All games have their winner's
And no-one remembers the loser
We mourn and we sympathize and
In the shadows we secretly criticize
Life will and always be the winner
We fight the fight to survive
But in truth will always end up beginners

My eyes underneath my eye-lids
Darted and fluttered as I muttered,
"The whole world turns over and over
With nothing else to do but hover"
Sweat built up in my eyes
As the heat of the night
Made my head sizzle and fry
The little girl passes
Her necklace reflecting the stars in the sky
Love never lasted
Hat hung behind her back, knotted by gentle tie

I wake with the morning heat
The sky is clear blue, I look to my feet
Muddied and cut I search for the girl
I try to turn but my minds in a twirl
How long have I been sleeping?
Where have I wandered off to now?
I've got no food I should be keeping
The bartender the only man I know in town
Each worry and word left me like a shot from a gun
I looked to the sky for help
But was greeted with only the sun

My mind began to part
My body split right down the middle
I choked for air and in despair
Was greeted with life's clearest riddle

I woke again
And felt cool sand
Wash over my dried hands
To the right of me were palm trees
And to the left a salty breeze
At last I had died
Or was this only a tease?
As I came to my knees
A body lifted from the ocean
It was the barman from before
With a line of fish and an ore
He waved to me
And I waved back
The line hung tight
To many for any slack

He dropped his catch down
On the brittle white sand
He smiled at me
And from his shorts pulled a can
"Found you in the forest,
With no one around. You were
Talking to yourself about thieves
And everything they'd stolen."

"I got lost in the night, "I said,
"I took a rest on the bench and
Couldn't get up once I laid."
He nodded and took a drink
He looked on the ocean to think
"The funeral ceremonies over,
If you want some food there's some cover."
He pointed a ways down the beach
Death was so close, but life was still in reach
Written by
Mitchell
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