I’m walking backward on the road
I’m a tourist who’s bitten off my than I can chew
I’m taking every thing in as it comes
don’t need release until I’m new

I’m walking with my shoes off
I notice more glass than I usually do
It twinkles in the moon light
It cuts into my foot into two

I’m walking in the dark patch
Singing in myths of being alone
I hear things that don’t exist in these woods
I see shapes that don’t seem to form

I’ll drown in a watery grave I dug myself
I cant swim my way out of this mess
I cant bring in anyone else

I’m walking into the bright white
Its not heaven
Its your cars headlights
a lot of noise and im gone

Joy