Dirt road i have walked down prairies dirt roads knowing i won’t find a trace or footprint left just dust that stings my eyes will search the long horizon you i will not find tomorrow never comes here yesterday has died your smile captured this place and sy lines drew your face sun...

Starless my words don’t flow they never sit right this must be some type of rare stage fright tornado tongue it wrecks all in sight and there you go again through the snow again your footprints look so alone you made a map i see new highways in your head try to navigate around the words i...

The abdication it’s been said that i am a king of tragic commands and the words i supply spat out like mouthfuls of sand, but… this thing that makes itself unknown coronated on its own feels like a crown made of concrete somehow i’ve got to kick it down the street it’s been said...