Limping along the
Pock marked road
.
(He hasn't called it -running-
Many a year)
--
Hardly sees

To  where the broken tree
Is a dying image
Of a yesterday
Ain't never gonna be seen again
--
Hasn't seen another runner for quite some time
Just a few corpses dragged to the side
By some hungry critter of some kind
. ( he ain't got a clue about how they died)
--
Thinks they mighta been
Shot from the sky
--
Not sure by whom
Not sure why
--
Thinks he is
The  one in the lead
On an endless course
What does that mean?
--
A race with no Starting
Nor
Finishing line
----
----
Don't think there's anyone up ahead
Don't think there's any one behind
---
Keep on movin
Is
All he knows
--
Limping by the corpses
On the side of the road
Though he really ain't seen one
For quite awhile
--
Limping along the
Pock marked road
-
--ain't been running--
But on he goes
--
Just keeps movin
--
(It's all he knows )
--
Not movin -- fast
Not movin --slow
--
Just keeps limping
Thru the endlessness
--
Just a limping
The pock marked road