To walk

Poisoned, bound, dutied and tied,
held centred in this neighbourhood.

And all the grey these eyes can see,

Echoes in circles around this hard-cemented society.

Hum-drum and seen.

I pack a prepared misguidance

Stepping off this orange lit tarmac.

Refreshed.

And a chill,

As I watch my breath collide

with an open sky.

Sometimes its hard

to find your feet
When you still don’t know

Where they should be.

Push on glass.

Have I arrived

When I have no destination?

I brought these white shoes yesterday.

In the empty night

Roads become as endless as the dark.

I know the next town,

But the wonder still remains.

To disappear and not return

To where I always wanted to be.

Somewhere.

Itchy feet.

Fresh ground.

Fresh air and new sights

become my home, they give me faith;

Beauty can be seen,

And caught in a dew drop.

Hope.

In a world

of injustice and mutiny

Travel endlessly.

Or run,

Until the wind dies to a still.

That invisible force

Like time

We only fear because we cannot see or ever know.

Maybe I can learn to greet myself

Searching

For my reflection to break out

Open.

To rise and toast the feast.

sooner or later,

they’re going to ask

"where’s Molly?"

but ill be running along with the click clack of a train.