Watching The Wayfarers

We saw gold when there was only dust
In the worst we saw in us
What no one else could
We traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep
To where our souls could keep the time
And never rest
Mind the road flares
Watch the steep stairs
Pace yourself
Harbor your fate, temptation, hate
Destiny sells
I've asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down
They just return my frowns
And tell me to forget
Simplicity is not what I was hoping for
I thought it'd be much more
Than what I'd always dreamt
Read the roadmaps
Thumb through atlases and charts
Try to lose yourself
In powder, booze and bars
I'll return to all my favorite haunts
Frequent familiar spots
I never really left
Distance myself from scattered lofty thoughts
Make them resolute
Destitute, vague and deaf