once there was a man named billy but we called him gandalf he was a trucker one day his truck ran out of cargo and he pulled aside for good he had been driving a long time and his hair had grown long and white he curled up in a barn with his little white dog named snowy one day i meditated on a log and he came up to lie to me about walking through portals to jesus i realized then that gandalf was out of tricks a year later his truck still sat like a cow in a field and billy was desperate he wandered in the rain and was smashed by a car billy lies still in a bed crumpled to the bone he'll finally get his portal to jesus i just hope his karma takes him out insted of leaving him in
I don't know why, but this really took me in...I kept wanting it to have some sort of rythm for some reason, but yet I enjoyed the "free verse" aspect of it at the same time. Thanks for a good read.
