It's Too Bad
Two Ways Out
He kept reminding himself this as he put one foot infront of the other down the road, listening to the cars pass him by at high speeds. He kept walking, the gravel crunching under his worn sneakers.
He hoisted his back pack higher up on his shoulder and lit his last cigarette. He wasn't exactly sure when he was going to get another, so he stopped, to savor this one.
He stood on the side of the road on that gray morning, watching the cars drive by while he smoked the cigarette.
It's Too Bad
Too bad indeed. He chunked his cigarette butt down the incline and turned back to the road, sticking out his thumb.
A pickup truck slowed down and stopped a bit infront of him. Sheldon sprinted up to it as the man inside rolled down the window. "Where ya headed, lad?" The man asked him.
"Cross the boarder, headin' up north." Sheldon answered him.
"Hop in, I'll give ya a lift in t' Oklahoma, where I'm headed." The man replied with a nod.
Sheldon grinned wryly, opened the beat up door and hoped in. "Thanks." He said to the man, noticing the pack of cigarettes on the dash board. "Mind if I bum one off ya?" Sheldon asked the man.
"Nah, go ahead." The man replied, pulling back out on the road. Sheldon grabbed the pack of cigarettes, and lit one, rolling down his window, resting his elbow on the frame as he watched the scenery pass in silence.
"It's
too bad, Too late
So wrong, So long
It's too bad that
We had
no time to rewind
Let's walk, Let's talk"