Yellowhead Highway

Yellowhead Highway (Outside the doorsteps of wilderness). Riding in the back of the car Smell of gas leaking, gone too far Engine filled, should remain empty Down this #1 Highway to oblivion The road signs get his attention. Now he knows it's time to go Wandering through the fields they shall go Back to the bad seed they have sown Land ripped up and root of good fruit exposed Bad seed scattered around by the human hand. Seeds scattered across the land; Underneath frozen fields like tundra Where the land begs him to wander Land of burning fields, scented of ash Mixed with the blossoming wild rose. Land of volcanoes by the sea Land of endless space into eternity. Haunted by its flush fields left fallow. For future yields with many more Harvests through the coming years. Burden of development, dreams in tow This bag of seeds across a ship on the sea Eyes through the firelight into descent. Upon shadows beneath aurora. Hollow aphorism except for life. All visions a trick of the mind Eyes blinded by not the heart Made with valour through years of strife Fields of mourning for soldiers Died upon fields of flowing blood.