The Road Again

Buddy Jack sitting on the moving thing, big noise and the clattering bang. A train rolls steady and heavy is the smoke. Flapping tents in the wind, the big top going to another town. The dream sellers at it again. Children asleep, making wishes in the afterthought of day, while steady below a pool of nightmares and despair rest just beneath the surface, waiting.

A bad dream was all it was, and I woke not being able to shake it. Too much at stake, too real and personal. Grey skies and the rain fell down like tears. A clam and sad day, driving down old and once familiar roads. You know it's true what they say. You can never go back. Maybe home is just a forward place, gotta keep moving that way, or else your just sitting at the cemetery.

This seems like a better coming back to place. I don't have the heart just to be staying, time to keep it going. I'm rolling out and get with the moving Earth, dust off and steady as she goes, with fighters. Another dream dancer screaming at the night sky. Trying to whisper some sense into the world.