Dirt dusted shoes
Walked away
Down desert detour roads.
Pursuit of pleasure.
Happiness gets complicated.
Tell you once, once these days.
You’ve stopped learning.
You just need a little more,
Man your heart is burning.
Show me something better.
Something to believe in.
Not easily believing.
Soon I’ll probably be leaving.
Somebody believe me.
A part of me is leaving me.
Somebody believe in me.
Time moves under feet.
Years today.
Calm. Concrete. Colored roads.
Pursuing pleasure.
Happiness is complicated.
Years don’t mean a thing.
Nothing’s measured.
How’d this get so complicated?