Underachiever

One might still sway on one road, a straight course
So what wreck unfolds a jagged knotted pile?
I don’t even know the way
Was the exit sign just a photograph of mine?
When we marked the lines, were we all just drunk?
One might creak and shudder away
Just pave the blood to the road
There’s no blame without records
No malice, no blame if there’s no past
No malice, no blame, with no past and no memories’ weight
No malice, no blame, with no past and no name
No words, no deeds
Just smoke to cloud and dissolve