A stress test.
That was all it was meant to be.
A little bit of you.
A little bit of me.
Barrelling down the highway at break neck speed.
The hunger for repentance
an aching need.
Through dust bowl towns
of the ancient creed.
Down roads with the signs
of the long lost greed.
This was the stress test
to try to be freed.
From the hunger for redemption
and aching need.
We followed the path
in our shiny metal steed.
Ignored all the dangers
that made us bleed.
A stress test,
it was meant to be.
But it took all of you,
and all of me.
thejrpc 