Wayworn and Ragged

how about transmitting some knowledge? or just sit on a stump but i am just so wayworn and ragged noise growing its dark and cold this twilight never ends how many roads do i need to choose from? why is there no way home? i am wary seeking heavy in the flock below the air many voyages as i have left my home well pity me then wish i were renewed a victor shall we ask the cactus? he is a little withered but he's not under any illusion god survive my well contented day idle ranks remain present me the odour of love... is not within my eyes