i got nothin

Dragging our feet down the shoulder of Highway 1,
We are soaking wet.
The sky tastes like salt and death and big league chew.

The cars consider asking where we're going,
But if we knew, we wouldn't be here.
Walking somewhere.
Soaking wet.

I think, and then I wish,
That you become some omnipotent thing,
Just watching to make sure we let someone merge before us on the interstate.

I swear -
This afternoon will wash away to gold.
And the world won't turn without us.
Worries fading into those arrowhead shaped rocks
And even-spotted ladybugs -
The same we wished upon as babies,
When our lights went out, and we knew no better.

Now, again,
Let us know no better.