Sometimes eternity is around the corner
And aimless feet seem to find what eyes avoid
Its puzzling how we ball up our precious time
Throw away stolen moments we ought to hold dear
and write off ways to save steps
Take leaps of faith from the ground
Faceless shapes swaying in a crowd
Pacing towards timelessness...
Mimes in mysts rush hour authors
stepping pen to pad eyes to the skies
biding time wasting words...waiting in hope
Illiterate ties scraping their throats
Diction disguises worn emblazoned on coats
Its funny how we all strive for different dreams
but we sleep on the past where many answers lie
and we devise ways to reinvent what we never knew already was
Steadily pushing the envelope on old letters
Bold go getters stuck in the muck and mire of luck and desire
A fragile few, struck with fire from within
and taking strides with a pen
And as i find a friend in inspiration
Frustration i take in a step from my destination
and i drown in puzzled thought
our relationship no longer afloat
...on this troubled walk