Sometimes you run
from certain things
until you look back years later
and realize that it’s only your shadow following you
step for step, line for line
mocking every move you make
Every place is the exactly the same
this wasteland of vacant strip malls
over watered lawns guarding toothpick castles
and pile after pile of useless products
rotting under the sun and moon
There is no heaven above
no hell below
one place is as good/bad as the next
and there really wasn’t anywhere to run to
in the first place
No one bothered to say anything
there is no where and no one
left to ask all of the questions
that have no answers
Only consequences
and truths
