Roads – K. B

Roads

Pick up the dust from the ground.
Yeah, you heard the insults
And the mocking of your honor.
Pick up some dust and throw it
Away,
It has filled your mouth
For a long time
Because of all the undignified
Bullshit you heard and that
Hurts.

Pick up some dust
And drag yourself to the
Roads and the crosspoints,
You’ll meet plenty of people,
Good and bad.

The dust is what your body
Is made of,
And as many in this world,
I often bite the dust too.

My dusty brother also lies
On the grounds,
We shake hands
And we get up again.

He has candy in his pocket
And no life in his eye socket.
But still, his hand covers mine
And my droughty lips suck
At the sugar slowly…

Pick up some dust
One day,
The wind will blow your bones
Away….

K.B.

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