Follow the arrow on your journey.
Follow the arrow that shows the way.
Smell the air from the Great West Sea.
It sends a message; but what does it say?
Fried grease, sugar burned, peanut shells scattered about.
Sidewalk vendors, vending wares.
Streets alive and thriving.
Afternoon winds begin to whisper.
Soon the fog will be arriving.
Settle into spots of comfort.
Grab the holy squares of stone.
Sidewalk tombstones never ending.
You may be lost, but not alone.
Soon the cold of night approaches.
Bide your time until the dawn.
Watch the arrow pointing onward.
Listen to the sidewalk song.
Beating slow and ever moving.
Moving as you walk along.
Don't stop now the time is coming.
Wait until the song is done.
Dance the dance you've learned so well.
Play the game until it’s over.
Who will win, no one can tell.~Jay Olson
