Traveller's Confession

Reckless vagabonds
On the road to damnation
Stay twisting in the wind

Disappointing prophecies
Fulfilled with time to spare
This life was forfeit
We were always headed there
Forks in the road
That converged into one
Still twisting in the wind
Hanging in the sun
Deals brokered by a man in black
Our friend in function
Our foe in fact
An obvious endpoint
On this roguish adventure
Vagabond choices
Picked our route every time
X marked the spot
From A to B we drew the line
We saw what we could
From ocean, dust, to pine
We licked the curves of Route 1
On the California coast
Breathed the Tuscan gold
With all we could hope for
We stood atop the world
And saw that it was flat
We walked the grounds of forests
Whose trees stood to the sky
As if they were pillars
Keeping space from collapsing in on us
We wept
Underneath a green twisting beyond
And lost ourselves
In the great falling forever

We were never as we appeared
Spinning lies to control fear
Weaving deceptions
To shape perceptions
Holding candles up to these dead men
To see what's left after rotting ends
We lived in confusion
Contradictory amusement
Perpetuated by a ubiquitous force
A constant abusement

Help me
I am drowning
Our adventures, they are crowning
For now until the foreseeable
These ending terms
Are less than agreeable
Holding hands at the grand chasm
Of these deserted lands
I just wanted you to know
I still had fun