nomadic

cracked heels bleed on asphalt never cooled

dust ghosts rise where last campfire got fooled

horizons a liar. promises peeled, rotten

this skin aint yours. just borrowed. soon forgotten.

no fixed north. compass needle spinnin' sick

true homes the weight of the pack, the straps thick lick

saw a towns glow once. gut said "keep walkin'."

their fences stank like fear, stale bread talkin'

found shelter, overpass hum, piss-stain dark

stars aint pretty. theyree cold holes punched in the ark

dawn cracks ribs open. lights a fuckin' thief

exposed the raw nerve, the rootless belief

met a face etched like canyon walls, dry, deep

shared smoke, silent. secrets both agreed to keep

eyes held maps to places blood cant reach

no handshake. just a nod on the barren beach

nomad, this that silk-tongue bullshit, clean

this is blood clot rhythm, fuckin' obscene

scavenger truth gnawin' on roadside bones

every step whispers "your still not home."

settled folk breathe stale air, walls pressin' thin

think their names carved? wind erases where theyve been

their roots strangle. deep rot feeds the bloom

i move light. leave only hunger in the room

saw a knife flash once. moonlight on cheap steel

wasnt fear that froze. was the freedom unreal

no address means no chain strong enough to hold

the open wounds warmer than their bought and sold

this aint choice. Its the itch beneath the skin graft

the constant hum sayin' "this fixed shit wont last."

rest is rust. roots are graves waitin' dug

the only thing planted? my fist in the mug

footprints fade fast where the hardpan meets the scrub

the only true mark the fuckin' permanent grub

of miles in the marrow, the sun scorched retreat

nomad just dust that refuses to settle. defeat?

nah. still breathin'. still walkin'. still sharp as the knife

that carves nothin' permanent... except this fuckin' life.

the next ridge calls. empty canteen slaps the thigh

Identitys written in dust script, fucked and dry