I guess he lied to me, that man on the side of the road. He said we'd be together.
But we never were--not for the length of the dream. His friends brought messages to me, later. Empty words from an empty soul.
He was more of a boy, really, who smelled like the king's treasure and tasted like a fool's paradise.
It was a long, winding stretch of asphalt ribbon, where I'd first seen him.
Also, where I'd last seen him.
I guess he was just along for the ride.
But we never were--not for the length of the dream. His friends brought messages to me, later. Empty words from an empty soul.
He was more of a boy, really, who smelled like the king's treasure and tasted like a fool's paradise.
It was a long, winding stretch of asphalt ribbon, where I'd first seen him.
Also, where I'd last seen him.
I guess he was just along for the ride.
