i look as though my mind is a raging storm on some distant planet that nobody could understand. I remember heading south, I had hopped a freight train outside of lincoln nebraska, I thought of my love so much but it didnt matter because i k now she didnt think of me. all i had was a set of cold steel rails and a freight train running through my head. nobody felt sorry for me because in this life there was no room for it, pity was a forgotten word not only within society but also within myself but how i desired a female companion but women looked at me as dirty long haired bum. but i looked as though id rather be beaten by mother earth and her sweet desires then man. i was awoken in the morning by a screeching sound and i had found my ride had come to a halt. I jumped off and found myself in a ditch of stewage and stink and went through a cornfield. I found my way to a road nothing but miles of nothingness and skies as blue as the eye can see
