Hobo Joe

Hobo joe walks on the road
with his eyes closed  
He stops to smell the roses
for his time is his own
He continues on his own
to his porcelain throne  
To kiss the dragon one more time
To make the fire stop burning so high
But he is still all alone  
Drowning in sorrow  
never resting  
always moving  
always alone
His pain is his strength to keep moving  
with the air so cold he fights the woes  
never ending  
with no air to  breath  
he is still alone.....