Living at the edge
Mocking death
No use to love
Wasting time with drugs
With a guitar in his hands
A broken heart
A vicious mind
And an old car
Nothing else
As the simple road
Little thing in the world

Miles and miles
Anxiety grows fast
That is all he knows
What is life?
He never got one
Never had a home
Moving from town to town
So alone
Don’t know where to go
Not aware
About his destination

Keep on driving
There is no reason to understand
While others consume their soul
He tries to find his way
A sense to his person
Because everything is so screwed up
Because he never gives up
Because there’s nothing left to show….


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