is there ever a point in life that we are
not wanting to go back
and not wanting to go forward?

I sat
       staring,
           at the wall.
                   Pleading,
                             for how
                                   life was
                                           before.

every now and then i think about myself
about who i should become, do i need help?
every night i feel like i should start again
but each day feels like it would never end
when everything else falls apart
i'll just retreat inside my heart
and push you all away
one day, i'll be okay
i'll be okay

A day is gone another arose,
a little pickle is now a goat.
I a little lad want a dad but the one I got is still at that old gas station;
please oh please come back for me mom is waiting oh how so I plead.

These nowhere towns,
Mountain tops snow-capped long through march,
All else,
Enshrouded in brown.

Though people live here,
And seems they aren't broken down.

The paint peels from the motel,
The mother tends to her daze,
The attendant ponders the insects of the sill,
Tumbleweed the only things, un-willing of being still.

Life is good here,
In these hazy,
Background,
Nowhere towns.