Blacktop

I drove myself out into the wilderness

Not a forced exile, I’m just searching for bliss

Blood orange crescent moon

Illuminate the blacktop’s running lines

Carry my spirit far from the chaos and light

Of the city built upon brute and might

The soul deserves savor

The apple, heavy and over-ripe, on my simple pallet

Sickens the stomach

Blind my eyes with flashing lights

Dull my senses in over-sweet wine

Expose me to all of your grandeur

I’d still long for bitter savor

Egos taught to inflame from a young age

Images and influence twisted to persuade

Our common sensibilities toward entering a race

For which there is no end, no hanging yellow tape

Don’t let your intellect be insulted

Don’t be taken for a fool

It’s in knowledge and experience

Wherein a soul’s true fortune is made

So I won’t buy what they’ve always tried to sell me

Give up your passions for that 401k

Put away your true callings

Chase the American dream

I’d rather run into the wild, experience the wind the cold

Than gain the wealth of the world and forfeit my soul

We fight against the tide to retain that spark of life

That’s become all too extinguished

The prevailing of time

To never grow old, only become wise

Taking all the suffering and the bite

One breath at a time

Is all it takes to keep on growing, all it takes to stay alive