Pathways
stumbling along the track
picking a route along the way
from this one or that
not knowing where the journey ends
or maybe, at the grave
over well-worn stones and hardened earth
one strides and strides, blistering feet
as the soul pushes on and on
looking for light to come from dawn
i did not know true darkness
until stumbling upon this road
its pathways dead-ends
all along its course