I'm walking on the dusty footpath
on the road to nowhere.
Dried up ambition floating in my rhythm
clasping onto unfamiliar scents
for some kind of security
while I pound my fists into the emptiness
to release my anger
the frustration of it all.

And that voice that tags along
at the back of my head
is convinced I'm on the wrong path.
I'm lost on this sad but pretty road.

Trampled flowers welcome my arrival
and I want to carry their inner beauty
with me forever
A torch to my blackened soul.

I'm walking on the dusty footpath
on the road to nowhere.


wrote this one long, long back