In the afternoon sun,
Nothin' good is going my way,
Apathy and despair have won.
I'm ramblin' on down the road,
Waitin' for death to come,
Then a motel appears down the road,
No idea where it came from.
I stop in the lobby,
Ask for a room and a meal to eat,
The receptionist was very kind,
She gave me drink, bread and meat.
I had my fill then went to my room,
It was plush and full of life.
I fell asleep, dreamt of doom,
A life full of agony and strife.
When I awoke I was on the sand,
Not a thing was around, not even my bed.
I was rested and my stomach was full,
But once again I was left for dead.
Somehow I made it back home,
And led a full life and normal job.
I'll ne'er understand from where the motel appeared,
But it saved my life, then I started to sob.
I wrote this for an english assignment. I wasn't very proud of it but it was last minute and I just finished listening to the Eagle's Hotel California. It didn’t have to be an original work, in fact it was suggested we base it on a story or song we heard.