ammunition

i know these roads

each ridge

and narrow bridge

each cheveron

enticing me on

each warning sign

i take in my stride

i don't need more ammunition

i've got more than i can spend

i don't dwell on things i'm missing

i'm just pleased

with the things i've found

i know these roads

an old hand understands

above all

i know what's

expected of me now

veering cliffwards

i don't need more ammunition

i've got more than i can spend

i don't dwell on things i'm missing

i'm just pleased

with the things i've found

with the things i've found

with the things i've found

i've found

i've been crying

it comes back on these salient days

and it stays

and it says: we've never really been away"