Paths

Sitting quietly looking out of the window,
Neck aching, no pillow,
The start of a journey,
The end is a gurney,
Light dim in the darkness,
It’s all part of this,
Door locked with no noises,
The answer is in the voices,
But when you’re so blind that you’re deaf
the only thing waiting is death,
Red lights that stop you from your dreams,
The sun seems so secret,
The moon must move,
The asteroids aim at art.

A pathway with struggles,
A wonder to why it muffles,
A tree that stands still,
A man with an empty will.

Unheated desert with no coldness,
Goal failed with stillness,
Signs sit broken,
Keys forgotten and stolen,
A spirit that never gives up,
Fear questions even the top,
Aged trees with no point,
But they still have a joint,
The light that has a switch,
Nervousness because you don’t know which,
Everything around you is supported,
It’s your life that needs to be sorted.