Travel by Inner-state

tuned in now to West Virginia
just ten miles left in Pennsylvania
and a past of passed towns unearthed
where the stories of men go unheard

but I can hear them now
from the FM band on the southern bound
the receiver rings, the soul sings through
from the nameless source, alive and true

and I feel so small
trying to count what matters in this world

and I feel so dumb
trying to collect my thoughts as they come

and I am so bored
here in the wake of post-modern lore

but I will not succumb
to the listless nihilist doldrum


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