Here I am again
Hitting the old dusty trail
Sunburn bits my nose
The grease skids my ankles
And the dust fills my lungs
When I'm rolling along
Up great hills and across great fields
I find myself, placing myself
Among the things and the things
The living and the dust
I am a grassland
A farm
The cows become me
As I breathe
And my stink
Comes up to their noses
It serves them right
For methane
And I'll serve them right
With chocolate
Served in a warm chocolate chip cookie
From a cafe
Along the old dusty trail
Roman Ryan 