Still travelling and never arriving
The tune to the unwritten song, it never fits
So near home, but miles away
The home I couldn't recognise if I saw it
The words that one utters unto the self
That disappear unsung into the air
The thoughts that lie imprisoned and impoverished
Behind an empty and yet brimming stare
The innumerable roads that go untrodden
The random corners, all, they're disappeared
The signs go past unseen and unheeded
Blurred by the speed of fear
And even when you find the path
Hidden by the undergrowth of lies
It may lead into a dark and lifeless place
Filled with the sound of windbourne sighs
The rush of breathless journeying
And the pain of standing still
Wear out the mind and body
And perpetually ever will.
By Anonymous