Journey

I've somewhere to go, somewhere important to be.

But it's ever so dark and plenty hard to see. 

There's hills to trek and mountains to climb, 

I'm running, I'm ever so running out of time.

Twisted wines and foggy paths to navigate,

twirls and spirals I must hammer straight.

The sun blocked by stretching branches

and I'm lighting my last matches.

Some days I think I might not get there, 

That my will always be elsewhere.

But alas! I push on for another rotation; In a loop of forever chasing.

Here I go, across this world I'm roaming,

 

But I'm the end I'm constantly slowed, 

Down the cracked pavement of an abandoned road.