The Mother Road
I followed in their footsteps
Distant destination brought close
There were always trails
Most animals are going to the same places
The world beats paths
For an eternity it was enough
Was always a matter of time
From a certain place you could look
Our galaxy an active quasar
Words find other meaning
They want to stay around
Like most things created
Before we know if they will work
The road as novelty
They built it anyway
You are gonna break down
Always a matter of time
What men make must mend maintenance all the time
In places the road dies
We cut mountains in half
Few remains in those long ways around
Nature loves to be left alone with a road
Twisted and turned
It is always a matter of time
This place they crossed the petrified forest
Now petrified as well
I felt I had been there in slides
In the seventies the best we had
Best color and detail
Your memory can be confused
Such strange ways to travel
With companions of many kind
Baggage packed better with each stop
The mother road brings many
Blood flows down her way
Carried, spilled and crumpled
Not everybody gets home
Fewer know the way
Why it takes every day
Something new here built
And rebuilt and rebuilt and rebuilt
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