The lost road

The man in black keeps on walking and not thinking,
is a long road, in the middle of nowhere, he
encounters some tourists along the road, that has become
his road.

“How are you?” A man asks.

The man in black doesn’t even look back
even though it was his best friend Mark who asked.
For the man in black they are all tourist in his way,
so he just keeps on walking the long lost road.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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6 comments

      1. Oh yes. I know exactly what you mean! I think sometimes I would like to live in that other place but I choose this one! Of course. I always love your poetry Charly! 🙂

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