I was off down that road
any road any place anytime
freezing some nights
no shelter no fire no blankets
taking shelter where I could
but all of that anything
was better than back where
endless days of walking walking
sometimes I’d throw my thumb
to land in another town city
knowing no one there
begin to build up bricks a job
then quit all of that & leave again
knowing deep in these cold bones
any space I’d created was gone
& who would care?
