Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom. To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame were in Im in. . Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need to bathe to wash away the day.
Pack up my shit I'm on the road like Kerouac. (Whoo). Found tranquility in the cover that holds me. (Down, down). People I've query, I'm always on the move.