Walking

Walking...

Somewhere stands the giant oak tree.

The leaves have all but fallen off,

One by one, but all at the same time.

And i’m walking...

Through woods i’ve never been before

Forging a new trail

Making turns without warning or reason

And it’s useless to turn back

Mind boggling

Delirious

Insane and crazy

Water flows and i’m still moving forward eternally towards the light of day never stopping for any clueless reason

speaking opposites?

Life.

Death.

Life in death.

Who knows?  Who cares?

Alone i stand

tall and proud but shortness remains

vertically challenged?  suppose so.  (Cynicism)...

*sigh* The Grand Finale:

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel,

the Home Stretch.

sike!  not yet!

(talent is still unrefined.)

Walking...

Through the woods and over fallen trees

and around boulders

and through small streams

and by crickets

with no roads

no chores to do (except chopping firewood)

it’s getting colder and colder

But the tree i chose was too tall to cut.

Walking...

Suddenly i’m in a small town

The eyes of people sitting on street-side benches

(and the eyes of people no longer there)

are staring at me (or through me)

i’m feeling cold

i’m walking with my head down

starting at the dirt on the ground

i’m not in town anymore (as i look up for a moment)

What is going on here?

Mind blowing

Hallucinating

Insane and crazy

Wind blows and i’m still moving forward to the...

...dark of night?

Oh my...

Walking...

The skyscrapers hide all in their eternal shadow

Creating a mood of a mysterious and impatient

yet hectic excitement

And now i’m feeling dwarfed,

but feel like i’ve been here before...

There’s an unusually Bright and Tall Flower across the street.

And from behind a steam vent (mist) there’s a woman

She’s selling her Self-Produced Jazz Sax Album titled “Patterns In The Rain”...

...and all of a sudden, the past came flying from the dusty recesses of my brain, racing to the more conscious front

(actually, it was an acorn from the giant oak tree)

It’s snowing.

Night has fallen.

I’m finished walking.

The firewood has been lit.

This is the only bright and warm spot in these dark and cold woods.

It is time to fall asleep.

Sleeping...