Out of gas....completely
On the outskirts of the tiny town called Indian Springs
The nearest Wal-Mart is not even here...but thirty miles away
Oh well, what more can you do or say to change what is already done?
Not one damned thing
So, I sit here and let my head spin somewhere just to imagine anything at all
It all falls suddenly into place in there
I see an arrow soar through the sky as it sings
I see the ancients scatter all about the landscape that is now so simple, yet so beautiful
In a time when the belief was held strong that dancing brought upon the rains
The hospitality has not always been so fruitful upon the opposing plane
Just when I had almost led myself to believe that Nevada was without so much as a shred of hope, I walked into the closest diner where I was surprised by the staff with all of its goodness which made the whole ordeal much easier to cope with
I had already swallowed the fact that I was in the midst of a self-created and induced sort of fate
So, I write down shit about it all here out of inherent sense of duty
I knew I had better not waste away that rare chance to stay busy while I had no other choice but to sit here like a dumb fuck waiting
If I was not a risk taker at heart, I would still be stuck up in Reno with both thumbs up my own asshole debating about it all
Usually I fly
Sometimes I fall flat on my face
If I were not able to see the best of both worlds, all of my grace would be like my dignity that is gone
So, I am glad that I am utilizing this time so well, before it all gets up and simply moves on....
3/10/2013