Passage
Running on empty
I will run for as long
As these wheels will spin
In their endless circles
Along this endless path
Towards the endless horizon
But at some point
This vessel will stall
And this journey will end
At some point
I will have to go on by foot
Barefoot, scorching
Till my feet bleed
Making trails in the sand
Bloody breadcrumbs
Of no Hansel or Gretel
No one will follow this path
Towards certain destruction
No one will follow this path
No one.
Why do I traverse this desert
Of lack of emotion?
It hasn’t rained in months
I have forgotten the taste of water
As it lands on my tongue
From the heavens
I have ceased to believe
In above and below
There is only what I see before me
Behind me is a blurry haze
I walk forward
I walk alone.
A lifetime gone by
With no end in sight
Save for the setting sun
That only rises once again
Every morning that I wake
Again and again and again
Just a reminder that I made a choice
Freewill is to be exercised
And I did just that
Maybe the wrong choice
But who’s to say
No one can judge
Have I failed?
I hope not.
Thirty thousand days in the sun
Not a single stone unturned
I lie bare, bleeding on the ground
The sands of the desert build me a tomb
Thirty thousand nights I have run
Not a single stone unturned
No one will follow this path
No one.
photo-credit: muhanned.deviantart.com
Good stuff.