Left on a lonely road,
With naught but doldrums,
A man in sifting shadows,
Drinks quietly a bottle of rum.
Finished with his liquor,
He rises,
And continues to walk,
Walk beside the only hill,
In a land of valleys.
Passing by the burning bush,
He tosses away the remains,
The remains of what once was,
Innocence lost its meaning.
Into the forest,
He continues to roam,
Apathetic to the call of life,
Nothing so bright,
Can exist anymore...
Last on his route,
He walks into town,
Stared at,
Ridiculed.
He walks into the last place,
The last place he'd ever be,
And bought a bottle of tequila....
To stare down the lonely road again.
ISA
With naught but doldrums,
A man in sifting shadows,
Drinks quietly a bottle of rum.
Finished with his liquor,
He rises,
And continues to walk,
Walk beside the only hill,
In a land of valleys.
Passing by the burning bush,
He tosses away the remains,
The remains of what once was,
Innocence lost its meaning.
Into the forest,
He continues to roam,
Apathetic to the call of life,
Nothing so bright,
Can exist anymore...
Last on his route,
He walks into town,
Stared at,
Ridiculed.
He walks into the last place,
The last place he'd ever be,
And bought a bottle of tequila....
To stare down the lonely road again.
ISA
This is a very pessimistic view. I hate to see him wallow in self pity, all but spitting on the one symbol of hope. I want to shout, "Leave the shadows, man!" There are many enticements in life that seem harmless and even rewarding, but leave us feeling hopeless, isolated, worthless and alone in the end. It is best to recognize those things for what they are, leave them in a valley, climb the hill and never look back.
ReplyDeleteInteresting viewpoint, but wrong interpretation. While I agree with you, you should look at the initials of the title more.
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