To the edge, edge of exhaustion
Just. Keep. Pushing.
Toe, toe, toe,
GO, GO, GO.
Cold and wet, smog or sweat
Clammy skin, chill creeps in
water and salt, mineral me
Im caked in the very two things
I need to replenish my weary body.
And soul.
The fear begins.
Into the wild, foetal child
Crawl into a tent
And wait for morning
But still no water,
bricks and mortar
Country roads, take me home.
And then
Like a vision from the Gods
A Beautiful House,
Boasts an All You Can Eat Buffet.
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