Travelers Travesty

I’ll pick up the stones cast upon me,

The names I’ve been called, the things I’ve been told

And build a path

a bridge

a road

An entire city block.

For it is these stones and these words

That I will use to get as far away from here as possible

But when I turn around, it will be these words that follow behind me

Laid out as far as the eye can see.

And it will remind me there is no escape

As long as I keep looking backwards