When I think of places I have not been,
the smell of dust, air and water I miss,
train tracks and the envious fumes ahead,
I am content with the things I’ve seen,
the life and the death, the mayhem and vis,
there is no better life I would have led.
And when I think about my next of kin,
I never did lead a life soiled with bliss,
there would be no contest when I am dead.
I think of the times that I failed to sin,
times that get one thinking, a time like this,
yet I have never ever begged for bread.
Fast forward to the future in my eyes,
and wake to feel the heartbeat of sunrise.