There's a town..
No stop lights to
Stop you..
Clay roads fill
The two road
Town.

He lived on Flat
Road,
In a town called
Two Egg.
In a place like
This,
Nothing matters.

The dirt road
Goes on forever.
He stares at the
Track marks the
Van left hours
Before.

Eyes blurred from
The dust that
Had began to settle.
His mind wondered
Aimlessly,
As he skipped a rock
On the muddy clay puddle.

There was nothing else
To do on Flat Road,
In the lost town of
Two Egg.