Willy Vlautin

All those long roads
all those dark roads,
leading out into
that Big Somewhere,
faraway and years to come,
places and times
not yet memorised,
the adventure
the challenge
of all them windmills
lined up in a row
for you to tilt at;
Long ago Pindar wrote
that he would not
suffer envious oblivion
to graze upon the
deeds of heroes,
and neither do you;
along those dark roads
along those roads
leading out into
the Big Somewhere,
without pomp
without ceremony,
your words
tell of different heroes.


(Willy hasn’t written all the very best songs that I’ve
ever heard,but he sure has written a lot of them.)

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