One for the Road

Emotions would fly, eyes would turn red
Hearts would sink in ocean of doubt
Friends would go far to turn their back
Everything seems smooth with few bread

The sun would rise, and go back to bed
The moon would shine till it moons out
Evil would rise when the day grows black
The road is filled with the undead.

One for the road almost all men dread
Place no human can live without
No-one gets there whole, best is a crack
Gird up! Get a heart, get a good head.

Emotions would fly, eyes would turn red
Hearts would sink in ocean of doubt
Friends would go far to turn their back
Everything seems smooth with few bread.

Victor Oyedele