Dirt Roads

Earthy times we're living in.
I'm always wondering about dirt roads, and promises.
Girlish guy's and manly women.
The age's are changing.
I am changing with them but I fear it may not be fast enough. I am a grower, not a shower. I have wondered about wandering.
Dirt roads there are plenty of dirt roads. There are plenty of rats
born under my same sign who don't care enough to travel willingly with me, to me, into what will become me.
It is a last ditch effort
every time I say
I love you.
I am hoping that once it's known, I won't die alone.
I am always wondering about clouds,
of rain and acid.
It never comes, I stop looking up, and lose the fear.
The rain never ever burns my eyes.
It is a cleanser
I'm in need of being cleansed, often times we all are, all throughout our lives in a myriad of forms, of changeling's and horns, and wings.
In a cloud of dripping wonder I live in a steamboat of thunder, and travel down dirt roads of my own creation always in contemplation.
I wonder. I am wondering. I am
a man. a man? a man!
Man, is in the need of knowing,
so is always wondering.
Who speaks this language? Please can't we just have a one single and sweet conversation? Find me.
I sit and I wonder about the futility and the fertility.
I am a man of change.
I have wings which I hide and horns I fear to bear.
But I am here with you, in a love of this place. This earthy place we live. All, must and lust and dust. All for the brain to gather.
I wonder why I am like this, why I am always like this, and that, and I am there, but, not here, but, there. I can't be still. I can escape.
I have no desire to escape.
I am a captive of my own captivation.
I am happy to be here,
and
squabble/fuck/rant/laugh/grow.
Fuck dying.
That shit it is the pits. I want to understand that last. I want to understand that mess long after I meet the adder and/or understand this pile of dirt
and the roads of there and here.
Please allow me a bit of time to cry and to love.
Please let me tell my stories to the dead babies
after I tell them to my own.
I guess its a a simple wish, but it is fatalistic to think/believe I could ever ask for such a dumb luck.
I am
much smarter than that.
I have seen too many dead end dirt roads. (Luckily, I find them very, very pretty.)