Mile After Mile
it is a long stretch of backwood country to walk
(Mile
After
Mile)
The scenery changes with every step
from Blue and green to Winter White
(Mile
after
Mile)
My home is so faraway from me now
I cannot retrace my yellow brick road
Feet are moving but this Peon despair
nobody around yet someone is there
(Mile
after
Mile)
Cotton fields are soaked through the skin
Powdery layers of this cold snap settling in
The sky is pink and the trees are frozen chill
Many road signs to see but I cannot get there,still
The cell phone ran out of minutes a short while ago
(1 Mile after another
Believe it or not,My eyes spot a road kill)
Brothers are in the city now
Me parents have left this Earth not too long since
Every One(of my Kin)is lying under the Mediterranean Sun
I cannot contact them for they do not want to speak of me
(The Same Mile
But a Silent Gap
Death is for certain
But I hum to a melody of an old RMDC rap
Copyright © Brad Travers | Year Posted 2007
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