In a distance, he revels
In his thoughts, rejoicing
In truth, he misspoke of his
Deeds, a soul juxtaposing time,
Treading across ancient sands,
An inner structure that collapses
In on itself, lost in this battle
Plagued by reason, avast in
The misfortunes of sorrow,
A yearning to be…more

Nevertheless, he trods,
Placing foot in front of time,
Urging toward the distance
Ahead, incessant clogging of heels,
Engulfed in the inane ability to cope,
But trodding into an unknown,
One more down, how many to go?
Proceeding to the next opposition
Listless in hope, hope is listless still
Where is this going to end???

Follow me and perish, for sure
I do not know how much to endure
A soul, placing hope before time
Mistaking eyes, for a piece that's refined



© John Hayes