Astray

The dismissing bricks lead away

Like an ocean shelf,

So deep rooted underneath a floor-mild as cousins of coal which never gets cold

Two roads- one upright a peak of chained yellowish cliff, a man's fate

Two a dip down the horizons of broken basins, a chosen alley which leads nowhere than a pleasure of a time

Bore no choice, let out me a rest of long toil

I am a sojourner with an empty gourd to quench my thirst.