EVAN

I WALKED GREEN MILES OF JUNGLE.I WALKED THROUGH YELLOW MILES OF PAIN.I CROSSED STARVATION'S DESERT,WATCHED DEAD RIVERS SWELL WITH RAIN.THE SONG OF INSECTS FILLED THE AIR.NIGHTS IN CITIES OF DESPAIR.WHERE KILLER'S SONS SAID , SON BEWARE.AND ALL THE ROADS FROM HERE TO THERE.I SAILED THE SEA OF DESOLATION,DROPPED MY ANCHOR THERE.PLUMBED THE DEPTHS OF ISOLATION.WALKED ITS LENGTH AND WAS NOT SCARED.WENT FROM END TO END TO END.AND FROM THERE I WENT AGAIN.THE ROAD THAT ONLY THIS ONE KNOWS.OFF TO NOWHERE HERE I GO.ILLUMINATION COMES SO HARD.MAKES ME SEE BUT IT LEAVES ITS SCARS.AT TIMES I WISH THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I KNOW NOW.THOUGHT AND THOUGHT UNTIL I LOST MY MIND.LOOKED AND LOOKED UNTIL I WENT NEAR BLIND.THE PATH IS FAIR BUT SO UNKIND.ILLUMINATION.AT NIGHT THE HIGHWAY'S DIESEL ROAR,SPEAKS TO ME AND TELLS ME MORE,THAN ANY BOOK I'VE EVER READ,OR ANYTHING YOU EVER SAID.WITH SILENT EYES INSIDEI WATCH MYSELF AND WORLDS COLLIDE.THE SEASONS BURN AND CRACK MY SKIN.I STAY OUTSIDE AND LIVE WITHIN.-ROLLINS BAND