These Feet

These feet keep moving on streets
that I seek until I become weak.
These bare feet move on beat
to music that my soul creates.
I make haste for time I don’t waste.
These feet are on the move like shoes
that didn’t choose to be put on.
These feet have been moving along
like they have nothing to lose.
These feet have paid their dues,
been on the news, beat cases,
and have said “no” to shoe laces.
Step by step, these feet remain
the same: adventurous and free.
These feet are still on the move
because there’s no time to lose
when there’s new places to see.

Dreamtown Drive

This drive has kept me alive.
Dreamtown Drive can erase time.
It can also call my bluff.

Dreamtown Drive seems too rough;
I drive day in and day out
to see what the worlds about.
I see new things that bring pain.
I find myself drenched in rain.
I keep new things I maintain.
I meet people without names.
I tell the story of this road
to help carry this large load.
Dreamtown Drive is all too long;
I choose to just move along.
I pass a lot of roadblocks –
I run over the kicked rocks.
I slow down and look around
all before the sun goes down.

Just Another Ghost Town

Past choices made

led me

to this very moment.

I’ve wandered for miles

to be free,

to know where

all the love went.

Years pass by

with my attention …

Gone.

My head stays

.

.

.

down

as voices surround

me – a person not seen.

I don’t know how

long it’s been.

I quickly look up

to no one around;

It might just be

another ghost town.