continuously hitting the road

all that streams from your shoes

is regret and everlasting solitude

a song begins, strains whisper

among strings acquainting

themselves with the air

you were not created

to love me, nor I any

match for you, still

I offer you one simple dance

throw your loneliness away

just cling fast to hope

take my hand and rise

remember you are wanted

nowhere else is there another you