i drag my feet aimlessly through this town
leaving dusty footprints in my wake.
i aim the rocks i kick at parked cars
hoping someone dares to yell
i have no fear
i’m lost here.
my fingers run along the chain link fence
rust slowly turning them orange.
the sound of it is like a distant memory
not quite loud enough to remember
but i can still feel the vibrations
up my arm.
my throat is dry from the hot country air
and the melted road sticks to my shoes.
as i make my way out of town
the fences get more lopsided
the grass in the paddocks gets higher
and the sun in the sky gets lower.
everything about this town screams nostalgia
and my heart gets heavier.
the wasted days here threaten to crush me
reminding me of the time i lost
trying to chase things
that were never meant to be mine.
in all the years i’ve come to know it
this town has never changed.
the memories and moments here
feel like a lifetime ago
but looking in
it all looks the same.
