Wondering Wanderer

dripping from the tooth

what cant be freed

sweaty eyes bleed

the truth

and i want to hear

and i want to scream

and i want to come clean

havent seen me for a while

hes on a bus somewhere

he doesnt care

past the mile

marked on a map

he wont look back

pulled up his bootstrap

laced down his lie

he sets out

he knows the route

and he wont die