Every overgrown trail
awaits the tread of tires-
patiently hoping for company,
to sop up spilled beer and for campfires.

Time doesn’t wait,
and the roads never wind their way towards home.
Ruts, and weeds, and excuses
for how things are too far gone.

Ages ago,
or maybe only a decade 
was a trail of a man-
a long lingering legend whose story won’t fade.

The muffled songs that spill onto a mountain at night,
the feeling of an impending world 
that just doesn’t seem right-
transforming a broken figure into the dust of a star-
thus begins the story –
the ballad, of all that we are.