The trail behind is long; still longer up ahead.
The land is dry and barren, unwatered and unfed.
This is no place to be, yet here I’ve always been,
I’ve walked this walk forever, trapped in the waste within.
I have to walk still further, to hope that change is near,
But all the nerves are blunted to promises or fear.
No one has been searching … now back up on my feet …
Up high the vultures circle, fresh carrion to eat.