Waltz away

I waltzed tonight with cold tattered feet on burnt bricks. My triangle styles poured out without hesitation. Wind brought the scent of country accents while pressing on with poise. Smoke and shooting stars masked the highway's passing cars.


There is no escaping what we see. I came into this world and all I got was me. I guarantee I won't leave deceived. When they help me to the sky - I'm going to be relieved. That's one good deed that I'm entitled to. If it wasn't for this world, I'd have nothing to do. I'm grateful to the few - the proud - who don't just stand in crowds - don't come up deaf from the sounds - they waltz away the night til' it makes them sick.