I've drifted down this dusty road, forlorn
Memories like tumbleweed whisk by on cool breeze,
No effort to chase strikes mind.
A look to the golden tinted horizon leaves eyes blind.
The last lick of suns tongue touches my cheek,
trudging feet keep walking dusty paths.
Travelers and passersby wave energetically,
gentle smiles touches lips with a word kissing ones ear.
They travel on down the dusty path,
and i travel mine towards home.
