Route 66

It picks up through the rags once left,

Cold , unattended ,withered by the rusting red

Scabs of nothingness left for nothing except decay

Lying on the corner of a misplaced way

That eats the thought , kills the pain

Numbs the will , scarves the sane

A place far from black of the words

And bright of the day

Miles passed , not a tear that covers the face

Where did those smiles go, left without a trace

Now theres nothing but a silent pain to embrace

Between the years and a time that swayed

Walls scratched , diaries burned ,

Contorted conclusions , all pages lie unturned

Miles after miles of stark emptiness lying on its way

And a soul that walks through it all day

It resonates through these grayed everglades

An unasked breathe that slowly fades

A senseless message that the nervous system passes

All through the day , without a meaning , without a say

It kills the feeling ,kills the play

Reminding that this wrath is here to stay

A picture of a life that none can possibly portray

I sketch the dawn of all that went away. . .