The one thing left to do is walk.
The only thing I feel now is my feet on the pavement.
I'll shake off the dust of this old town
and then the next
and then the next
and then the next.
I'll walk until until this pavement turns to grass.
Until the grass turns to sand.
Until the sand turns to water.
Until the water turns to nothing.
I'll bury my toes where angels tread,
and maybe then I'll be free of you.
Trucks are prohibited...but you are always welcome
