first night

heavy lids betray me
i’m a walking corpse of a man today
near crippled by anxiety and fear
but moving none the less
moving north on this old vast continent
over one thousand high way kays
away from love, comfort and security
away from friends
some i don’t value enough
and others i value too much

i’ve got to make this work

it’s so easy to say the timing is right
it’s so easy to say anything at all
but to turn those words into something as sure
as the whiskers on my face
is an unknown fate my friend
and as much as the unknown scares me half to drink
i always jump off that cliff anyway
it’s what makes me live