the sun rises in the east…sets in the west…
took me years to figure that out..
teachers said that was the truth…
I doubted….

and now there is travel towards cities…towards peaks….over farm land tucked away in valleys…
around broken down Chevys that lay in a lot
past old factories where men labored…
in neighborhoods….homes were cared for…
I see the sun comin’ up…

then turn around…
go backwards over the steps in progress made…
see the sun goin’ down..

over mountains….
and neon…
dust trails with ghosts still askin’ for a dime….
oil drills drillin’….
windmills churnin’….
exhaust fumes hovering over asphalt…

out to a hamlet of hills…
where grapes are golden..
water washes away sins from the nights before…

then what…
where to go next…
where will the sun take me….
which direction to follow…
flip a coin?

follow truth….always follow truth…