By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

I’ve lost inspiration sitting in these drab hills

Sun baked mountains void of life

Here I sit to rest a spell, before I maybe sweat my last sweat

My mind is a maze of confusion and ideas

Too jumbled to write this short little tale

My mind is tired, my body weary

Sick of jive bullshit and blatant ignorance

If I could fathom a better time

Beyond these dry and dusty trails

Where I’d lay my head upon the softest feather

To breathe the breath of a distant loved one

Or just be in a familiar and comforting place

But the powers that be impede on my happiness

Stripping from me my link to the outside

I am cut from the cusp of reality

Stolen from happiness

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