heavy feet drag my string-tied soul
down the tracks of a two-lane past
i search the sky for answers but
only find dark holes
the sky is etched with lines painting
the boundaries of my travel like a
commander of life, always choosing
my destiny or me
i dare to disappear by the mouth of
a grey cloud but the lines don't allow it
instead my feet march along the boards
of my set track
always winding but never changing
desolate and alone, these tracks have
become my life long road and though i try
to escape the lines
they only cause me struggle
Author notes
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A contest entry
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