The road ahead
dead
'cept
for the shadows that race across the face of the man that wanders alone, and the sun barely risen, it could be an interesting day, could be enjoyable in so many ways.

The road ahead,

I am led here blind
seeing nothing
feeling nothing
hoping for everything
grateful for anything,

some thing or something touches me
and I shiver
yet still warm from the sun,

'son of a gun'
I'm only dreaming.