Dust On The Road Of Sand Poem by Curtis Mosby

Do you see me life.
Drifting along side the highway.
A painted appearance waiting for deliverance.
One concern never burn the heart of one.
I watch the world as if I was at a traffic stop.
I feel so all alone never to touch what I can see.
The sun shine at an incredible rate.
I take what little faith I have on my way.
Hate cover the earth maybe that why,
I can't recognize this world at a stand still.
In the middle of nowhere It appear I am at times.
The night grows darker nobody offer there heart
to mine.
Have I travel to far but the edge never appear.
Why doesn't he talk when I know I am hear.
Take me back to the ground, which created this form.
No one care to believe I am in desert storm.
Just to be held in someone arms, a boy is still a man.
I live alone as the dust on the road of sand.