Bathroom Theorys

Suspended in time
and lost in a void
my road has taken me places
and i've left
parts of myself in strange corners
lost in a corn Field
imprisoned in the high plains
My words come to me
in the weirdest of forms
like takein a shit
and writing on used toilet paper
out on some strange highway
the wind finding you in any hiding place
it's not where you get
but the miles on the way
the faces, the places
it's not them either
nor the ground
nor the stars from the boxcar
it's not that fool God
it's the steps