Lonesome

Accumulating dust on my heels
Sweat on my brow
The days seem so long
And the nights are cold
I’m waiting for the end
For something so good
And the beginning
Of something rather great
There’s not much else to do
But to head on straight
Down these twist and bends
Forked paths leave me confused
But the landscape on either side
All look the same
And this place leaves me confused
The sun cooks the floor beneath
And I’m reaching melting point
My mind whizzing with thoughts
I fall to my knees with the pain
And wait for the storm to take its claim