The transitory dream,the intrepid traveler,the reality expanding warrior,the lucid experience...
The sweat on the brow,the knots in the stomach, the blister on the foot, the wilted mental state...
The full wallet, the empty account...
The shots on the lips, the shots down the drain, the beer on the lips, the beer on the ground...
The people who came before you, the people after you...
The people you've met along the way.
Everything echoes with you AND all you hate.
It is the beginning and the end all at once.
It its the tears of the starry eyed and the laughs of the lonely...
The desire fer things beyond what you know.
The ability to know things and share them with others.
You stop and realize the walls look like snakeskin...
You have to do what keeps you going-whatever it may be.
The body shuts down, the mind will follow.
The days get longer,and the nights get shorter.
I will smile when i want...and lament when its time.
And you will know what time that is cause i will be gone and the trail i leave behind will be a ghost of yer indecision.
