Rough Draft: I Never Look Into The Eyes of A Stranger When I Go

Whatever road you took/ and whatever road you rattled,
You are still very far/ from the safety of home,
That it pains you to go out/ and view every sunset,
And know that you still/ had so far to roam

And I never look/ into the eyes of a stranger/ when I go

Whatever you gotta lug/ make sure it fits on you,
And wasn't torn to shreds/ before you could be rescued,
Nobody knows where you've been/ Why should they bother?
It's not as if they're ending up/ or going any farther,

And I never look/ into the eyes of a stranger/ when I go

The wind is cold as ice/ the ground grinds me down,
I have nowhere else to go/ but I can't stay in this town,
I was being stepped on/ Sinking in mud is bad enough,
If swords are still stuck in stone/ Then that's tough

And I never look/ into the eyes of a stranger/ when I go

Can't trust this world to hang on/ to what it shakes,
The seeds had been scattered/ fenced behind the stakes,
Sat through the driest season/ roots became tumbleweeds,
Harvesting thistles in chains, as they watched me bleed

And I never look/ into the eyes of a stranger/ when I go

Flooding Golden Roads

There is nowhere left to go,
Down in this abandoned city,
Where I hear winds hit the road,
And lift the sand to my breathe,
I'm coughing out newspapers,
Like visions carved in stone,
The defeats that last forever,
Will never leave you alone

All I had has ended up,
Battered and shaken down,
A mountain was drowned by floods,
Wasn't worth it for this town,
Paving roads in solid gold,
The sun reflects against eyes,
And people no more look up,
To see the storms fill the sky

A mirage of fountain coins,
Appeared from dragon scales,
Resting on the ocean floor,
Colliding with a ship's sails,
The mast was battered by winds,
The ship took on the water,
The depths like a siren,
A serpent’s silent slaughter

I revisited the place,
That I had once called my home,
Until I regained my senses,
And I saw beyond the throne,
That all it had been,
Was myths pilled like boulders,
Reaching the mountain top,
Only to be the sole beholder

It's a length I now know,
Is invincible and untaken,
Can take journeys to realize,
That you've been mistaken,
The whole of time wasted,
Only to the shovel's course,
I'm leaving that all behind me,
And I feel no remorse

The Virginia tech Massacre (Rough Draft)

Clouds wisk through branches,
Echoes through dead trees,
Leaves are still falling,
In the eternal breeze,
I wish what I could say,
Would turn this world around,
But bullets fly overhead,
Everybody deaf to the sound

Trying to make sense of it all,
What roots have grown in dust?
Once thought as inconcievable,
Was planted in a sudden gust,
Looked out from this hill before,
Shadows fall over that time,
Handcuffs of cocked rifles,
And the massacre's bind