In a rush to get nowhere quick, this poem is my version/vision of that simple, true idea. |
-A Desert of Pavement- by Keaton Foster Streets Intersections Perilous Are such decisions All leading away Many revealing New directions Opposing dereliction By embracing A change in direction A desert of pavement Which way to go Is not as clear As it once was But such a lack Of indications Has changed little The travelers keep coming All of them searching All of them heading on Assumptively to a place They are sure they belong The automobiles zoom by Metaphorically like life Each of them Speeding lunatics Getting somewhere quick Once there Once classified as clear Abruptly they leave Checking off The destination Setting a new one A different place Than all else All roads lead home Except for the one That they are presently on It leads further away To a place unknown To a place unexposed For them, they must go They must proceed Vicious is the cycle Righteous in the circle They have strong faith And sometimes they don’t When they finally stop When they find a place One they can call home Only then will their faith Be stronger than ever before This A desert of pavement In a jungle of nothingness That they now find themselves The world speeds on by Each intersection Requires a decision One they alone must make There is no turning around Never can they go back To from which they came Left, right, forward Even, and if need be Remaining stagnant Possible indications Plausible directions Each road is riddled With crater sized potholes And awkward speedbumps Each road, well traversed There is wreckage Burned chassis of many Vehicular atrocities The dead are there Twisted up and mangled Waiting on a salvation That for them will never come Along the journey They may see another Heading their own way But they cannot stop And even if they could They probably would not A desert of pavement Floods the landscape All roads lead somewhere And all intersections Present a method of change Regarding the road In which are now on Each choice must be made And each decision must be faced Until finally where they belong Where they will remain Is somehow reached… A Desert of Pavement Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |