The hot gravel freshly tarred
Across this abandoned abyss
no wind, no sound, just the heat from the sun
It radiates across everything in its path
Steaming pile of what is life
Along a coarse set of twists and turns
When the sun has finally set, moments of sanity emerge
When the heat allows your vision to clear
Just long enough to see the mocking sun rise once again
Then the hell of another day begins
With the weight of worry, regret, and unclarity at your side
Along the sweaty path to death
The lone soldier you are, marching ahead in the distance
Until but a speck in the eternity of walking
And finally your unseen as the stars in the sky on a cloudy night
