Saturday 17 September 2022


There’s a freedom in this loneliness,

a friend that’s on this road,

a woman in this heartache

and flesh upon this bone.


I did a hundred clicks today.

I know not where I aim.

I’ve given up the arrow

and scrubbed away my name.


So, really, there is nothing left

and girls are quick to flee:

no longer lining up like crowds

for the hero that was me.


Me, the man that can’t resist

the highway and it’s kin.

Me, the man that’s hungry

and hasn’t had a win.


And, really, when it comes to truth,

I’m just as far away.

But I’ll miss this life when I tire out

and I’ll wish it back some day. 






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