Green Dust
Had a beer for the first time in a while I can say,
Just a single one,
And already I feel the need to bleed in a way.
Feeling misunderstood is normal..
as the world grows colder.
Connected in so many ways but the right
It's like running through a maze in the dead of the night.
Absent light, absent nature.
The very thing I long for at this moment.
To breathe without the taste of corruption or dust.
Without so much weight; weighing invisibly on my shoulders.
To hear the trees rustle in the wind again In a quiet hush.
Without listening to cars pass by or parties blasting just around the bend.
A place where I've gone but never been.
I wish the world was more peaceful outside and in..
Sometimes I just wish it would all end.
I hold onto hope that it gets better down the road.
And try not to think too hard.
Try not to explode.
As there has been many bumps down my roads
I get so fired up sometimes and It already feels like im burning in hell in mexico.
I found myself here traveling and going to and fro.
But I just hope someday il be somewhere familiar..
But better than what's already a memory of rust
Somewhere fresh, somewhere lush.
Green..even if it all is still just dust.
And maybe a place that speaks the same language
As my Spanish sounds terrible and yuck.
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2021
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