The Wasting Man

The Wasting Man




Shuffle slow

Nowhere to go

Eyes on the ground

Looking for a sign



Remember when

Way back then

You had a dream

A plan for something



Nobody knows

So it goes

What is the point

Root of the cause



Whispered song

You get along

Stepping over cracks

On a tired road



Somebody smiles

Long muted miles

Your light is on

Flashing no return



Extended hand

Slow reaching warmth

Rise up to grip

A new horizon