The Drifter

Whatever fails to kill you, can only make you stronger. You know by now that you cannot go on this way much longer. Wherever you hang your hat you call home, troubled by strangers, remaining alone. Your dreams are filled with fear-fraught things and no body hears you when you start to scream. You pray for sleep but sleep won't come, so you take your solace with the rising sun. Morning finds you on the road, whatever way the wind blows