When there\'s no hole you can fill, just an emptiness overflowing.
When the air grows still and the balmy days of summer have settled into autumn\'s rhythm.
Facing winter\'s chill on your own utterly alone.
Abandoned on the roads my life turned I have no more use for this machine.
No meaning or purpose that binds me to the surface.
Just words that are twisted, thoughts maimed by bitterness.
Few earned what I freely give, less can be held as experience shifts gear and changes momentum.
I threw them from the train, left them to their own derailment.
Uncoupled from the desires and motivations that ever marked their existence.