Run Tumble Weeds run
racers across the vast plains of time
running before the wind.
No home to call your own
clinging to anything you can
in hopes to find a place for yourself.
On Tumble Weeds on
you left the home of your youth
for the future of those to come.
Before you lies open nothingness
with only the wind to guide you
and the will to seek anew.
Run on Tumble Weeds run on.
Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore