He is the weary traveller, A man who is lost and broken , His life, A worthless token, Only good for throwing away, For even his own name he can't say, Because he lost his worth as a man, A brother and also as a son, So he is cursed to wonder under the sun, Otherwise he would have had to stare directly into the barrel of a gun, And thus he runs. He wasn't always like this, But something in him was always amiss, His love for the bottle and fast women, His desire to experience it all, Was paid for by his soul, Which he ultimately lost, And now he wonders the earth as a barely visible ghost, For all that he now feels is torment, As he waits for his final moment, Were he believed he will be redeemed, If only that way life seemed, But even he knows that there is no redemption, For he is on death's door, And the other side is knocking and calling, Calling him to come join it , As he is a failure and deserves to be punished. Every time he sleeps he only sees flames, And he knows that there is no one to blame, For it's all the same, His actions were his, And his alone, He built his own cage, Consumed by his own rage, But forgot to burn some sage, Maybe he should have acted better and maybe be a little bit of compassion, And made a few corrected assumptions, Maybe that would have prevented his destruction, If only he had curbed his greed and slowed down his consumption, And not let himself become addicted to countless screwing, And endless beer brewing, If only he had known that these things would be his undoing. But today he pays for his sins and his soul is set to burn, Just as his body, For he is now a nobody, Not even worth your sympathy, Even from those that have the greatest empathy, He is set to be nailed to cross, And burned at stake , And his ashes thrown into the lake, So that there be nothing to rake, So he picks himself up and continues walking, And all who know him or know from talking , Know that he is the weary stranger, The man who is lost and broken , His life, a worthless token, Only good for throwing away, For even his name he can't say, For he is cursed walk on mother earth until the very last day.
Photo credit: STEVE HALAMA
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