The Western Gateway – Sophie Cousins

Nothing to be seen
As dust leads us the way
Meals are plenty
But stops are shortStreets look familiar,
Strangers guide us to stay,
No nearing to passing the day

The red sun glistens in the back
But roos get caught in the trap

Music blaring, smoke fills the air
Windy road, coffee ajar

Turn the lights off and say goodnight,
Let’s try not to fight with all our might.