Why Do I Even Care

Broke down on the highway in the desert heading west

Somewhere between the towns of traitor, trust, and truthfulness

Rummaging through years’ old baggage looking for a spare

Knowing what’s ahead of me, why do I even care

Running from what? That’s a good question for another day

The unjust word’s still ringing: betray, betray, betray

It sits like a bowling ball on my chest, I’m gasping for air

Knowing what’s ahead of me, why do I even care

Alone here on this road, dusk falling, the day’s at end

There’s no telling what’s ahead, around the next bend

Wherever it is, there’s no doubt I’ve already been there

Knowing what’s ahead of me, why do I even care

August 2016