Lost Highway

Learn to live in the fast lane

And in the deafness of the hour, he found,
a highway to the sanity of his soul.

At trembling pace, he rode,
thrusting and gusting past the asphalt.

Drifting into the ghastly gallows of scrutiny,
"Break O Break", he puffed and gasped,
the corruptive chains still holding tight.

The shackles undone, the profligate perished,
But the mouldering malignancy left unwavering scars.

Every day he meekly waits,
for the moon to shine and
the sun to fall,
for the stars to lead the way again,
onto the Lost Highway..