shufflin’ along
day after day
collectin’ thoughts
tryin’ to make ‘em pretty
do i succeed?
who do i tell?
these random circuits
like abandoned cars
dust pile gazin’
starin’ at the great unknown
these are the things
my mind comprises
with the promise
of no compromise
anytime soon
join the places
dot to dot
lines on empty
plains of nuthin’
plenty of empty
rock upon rock
too much here
to know what is what
rocks in heaps
single rocks
rocks like sheep
with pure breezes
from the east
rollin’ in -
winds on face
and wisdom fires
whip those rocks
100 K
in any direction
bearings without
instruments
are not possible
dangerous too
but keep dreamin’
keep believin’
in those sacred rocks
lyin’ further up
deep inside
far to ride
through this big country
mundane minds
abandoned
to their power
but stray from the path
is big peril
and no peril needed
enough already
if ya slip up
unintentional
the result will be
calamity
purple flower patches
close to the tracks
by the sidings
scrub bunches
pointed perfectly
and solitary trees
movin’ against
the wide horizon
artillery bushes
struck on the plain
and green green grasses
these are the things
that i see
this place – so removed
from what i am used to
the returning will be
a mighty shock
not really
exaggeration is a
family legacy
unwanted voodoo
in the bloodline
but seriously
it will be a tragedy
to say goodbye
to this world of
empty possibilities
- from Nullabor Song
