Having been hitched 
behind some truck
and dragged through 
the town’s mud
when I finally 
felt some slack
I broke free 
I know now 
that the tighter 
the tie the 
harder it’ll be 

Where have they
gone all of
them those souls 
those who know 
by having learned 
that through loss
one gets better 
where have they 
gone all those 
who only after 
have learned that 
kindness is better 
than need and 
humor is happiness 
where have they 
gone the pure
the in tact
and the genuine 

Being alone 
is easier 
than being 
lonely because 
when one 
is lonely 
there’s always 
a need
to do 
something whereas 
when one 
is alone 
everything has 
been done 

I’ve decided that 
I’m never going 
to say hello 
to anyone again 
because they leave 
without saying goodbye 
if go they
do then hello 
they will never 
get from me 

I walk
the line 
from ridge 
to valley 
looking for 
breaks and 
seeing none 
finally sit
content with 
in and 
content with 
out such
are fences 
that’re meant
to keep