wasteland

silly of me
to plant in such a barren field
ignoring all the rot and muck
overlooking the pests
as they ran and squealed

wasted years, and so much effort
trying to get that field to grow
it hardly matters what you sow
when you start
with such a fallow desert

leave it behind! this arid land
with all it's strife
put your face to the sun
a stiff wind at your back
now run, run!

run,
for your life.