It hasn’t stopped raining for several days; I think it’s winter.

I’ve been away since yesterday, and I have nothing to show for it.

I’m almost home now; I know that line of oaks.

There’s a trail of red. I’ll follow it and see what happens.

I’m not scared of death any longer.

I am getting closer to where I’m going. The smell fills the air.

I pull back the bushes. Dinner is served....

It was maybe May

One more than unlucky

Two friends

Others not wiser

Sitting on a hill

What’s that?

Four wheels home

That was the start of everything

Twenty years

And it’s still something

Looked at a map

Gone

Memories remain...

I opened my eyes

I have been asleep for a while

For how long?

I do not know

I have tomorrow

Yesterday I did not have tomorrow

I have today

The sounds are inviting to me

And the sky had never looked so blue....

Across several seas

And the oceans so vast

I dreamt of my journey

That I’ve surpassed

I saw seven wonders

I saw many the lands

I walked those with my feet

I felt those with my hands

My eyes didn’t deceive

Nor did my head

My map was the needle

My heart was the thread

I never had plans

Of where I would roam

But no matter the feeling

There’s no place like home...

If I

Became a person that wasn’t me

I would

Be content to decide

If I

Remember when I wasn’t

I wouldn’t

Be who I am...

If I leave this room

I’ll surely meet my doom

I came here yesterday

To hide from the people chasing me

I needed some fresh air

The carpet filled the room with damp

Now I can’t close the window

And I can hear their chant...

Even the dead tell stories

Last night

I was another

Last week

I was another

Last month

I was another

Last year

I was another

The silence

Has been created

My head was full of stones

The stones are not quiet...

This fire burns

It takes all, and no prisoners

Where did it come from?

Will it stop

Or blaze forever

Once it was green

Then it was red

Now it’s black

Death is all around

Life will be soon...

Even though they’re different

They’re much the same

If I give them everything

And I take nothing

Will the world thank me?

If I think about yesterday

If I think about tomorrow

What will I have but a life of nothing...

I’ll position the pieces

Don’t worry about my last move

What shall I do now?

One foot in front of the other

They’ve got me

They’re winning

They’re taking my time...