The hard road devours illusions
Quality rough and causes bruises
Do it yourself slap in the face
never a smooth river cruise
The earless concrete doesn't hear you
And new age ghosts are censored
The hard walls remind you
wounds and traumas teachers, uncured
Silence when you need a word
Just one to relieve the dark empty
noise when your head is swollen
Quiet is gone crashing your senses
The hard road hits your knees
when you spill out exhausted
cut and bruised the air teases
your energy extorted
reality seems a disease
Yet you amble foward a lost vulture on a leash
Make it to the peak gnashing your teeth
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