for those tired, labored waitresses
who can't even offer hospitality
to people who secretly need it more than
anything else

for those greedy with opinions
eager to eat you up
eat your desires
eat your ambitions
eat your inspiration

for a reflection, simply human
riddled into oblivion
without any sense of direction

if I turned on your radio, I'd want to hear
a song for the broken-hearted, a song for those
who are lonely, a song to fill my cup with just
a little bit of hope.

like..."I'd never turn my back on you."

I could see you walking from a great distance.
those hills were rolling like waves
from an ocean I'll never see.

still I'll keep moving, though my brakes are on
and have been for a long time.
almost as long, as I've been thinking.