First created September 26th, 2024.
Last edited September 26th, 2024.
exit 149
there's nothing left for me here
'cept paved-over schoolyards where once we were happy
gravel-lined pavement, cracked and abandoned
memories and dreams, ephemeral as smoke
and what's beyond
there's nothing left for me here
'cept the forests lining the interstate
vast as oceans abound, tall as the sky above
the dust, the dirt, the exhaust fumes that choke
and what's beyond
there's nothing left for me here
'cept the seas, the trees, the plains, the deserts
the concrete jungles and sandstone canyons,
the peaks and valleys of something much grander than I
and what's beyond
there's nothing left for me here
'cept a little blue dot on a vast canvas of black
painted by indifferent, uncaring gods,
where I live, where I remain, among those who do
and what's beyond