Broken Load

A poem/song.

Did this happen often?

you seem to know;
wind wisps past me slow
feel so forgettably old.

Broken accounts of what I cannot show,
Confusion what do I truly know;
Dazed in a world I can't understand,
my eternal wasteland.

Just to show life isn't a yellow brick road
traveling with my broken load;
Being broken and sold,
someone I don't even know.