Route Log

[Bunx]

When you work alone
in a cago van.
Thoughts keep you company.
Reflecting, rarely a friend.

I'd rather think band names
and play-off games.
Then I think of the impact
my life will have.

After a stop on my route,
Debating a memory of consequences.
Madness works in cycles,
Strengthened by subjective history.

Pulling up parallel the alley,
Done delivering across the valley.
Feeling like I woke from a dream.
Pondering something.

Repetition within a song,
can sound beautiful.
My favorite choruses,
are universally true.

Without a truth reflecting love.
Melancholy melodies that keep you stuck.
Never growing past the route.