I ain’t know right or wrong, I am not walking to the left or right,
Straight. Plain roads, and Silence.
Digging my way, creating new worlds,
I assume for a better world.
I live, I smoke weed, I drink “Drink to the fullest,my friend”
This bed of leaves is crisp,
I am exhausted and tired,
Of Yesterday’s might,
Photos, videos and fame.
You have a poetry reading today,
and an interview tomorrow.
One fine day,
They decided to find a new one.
They just stop. Halt. Neigh!
I lie on my bed,
My hand numb with time,
Wondering if anything was right.