Sand against skin
Water in eyes
Sliding down the cheeks
Being furiously wiped away
A sign of weakness to the grey man
Stand tall be strong remember
Who you are
But who he is was never what he wanted to be
Anything but
The ordinary
Sunrise blinding
As the old trucks careens down
A road
Without direction
In search for who he is
The answer isn't hidden
But is evident in the twinkle
Of his eye
Which is
The whirlwind of a storm on the rise
Take that as you will
But he's gonna ride on still
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