Sometines leaving on a jet plane is the only way to survive
The bleached-out landscape of a dead cow’s eye
One step in front of another, one after the other
Escaping the lonely winter of a mother’s lover

Summers torture the soul of a fatherless child
Tragic circumstances of an imagination gone wild
“It’s all fiction,” says the one with something to hide
The truth teller must be punished, keeping truth locked inside

“Where is home?” the wanderer seeks from town to town
Beaches, sunsets, deserts, and mountains where beauty is often found
The only place his heart will rest he meant to leave behind
The bleached out landscape of a dead cow’s eye or so he’d come to find