Traveled my days, traveled my nights
Sleepless, running, wandering these sites
Rolling plains, burrowing meadows
Chased only by my shadow
Over the beaten path
Through the streets I was told I wouldn’t last
Sun rises and sunsets
A few good memories, lost in a lifetime of regrets
I remember the city lights from another world away
The mountains once I’d travel too far to say
What they meant, if they meant, anything to anyone
Footsteps, bicycle tracks, in death I may relax
Bathed amongst babbling brook
Far too often mistaken a crook
Chased and cursed, at times the order reversed
Too many faces, loaded in hearse’
Buried away- with me these memories stay
East to West, failure to failure to the occasional conquest
Set out to conquer the world
Would settle now for a mile and a half
These woods exist beyond me
These rivers flow further than these eyes will ever see
The wind tells a story of far greater men
These rocks are beaten more than I’ve ever been
Conquests, I’ve known only a few
My breath, my death, my walk, and my talk
My pain, my name, red eyes and blue skies
My song and its beat, to one last tune
The distance, without resistance, the crimson sun, the end of a life just begin
The softness of a disappearing voice
How goodbye sounds, coming without a choice
Words without wisdom, wisdom without words
A single snapshot lost, flown away with fluttering birds