travel

When are we going to get there?
Five minutes.
An eternity.
A life of five minutes. Wasted worrying,
Wandering and wondering.
Illiterating--alliterating.
Learning,
The value of five minutes, the pain.
The pleasure.
The torturous pleasure.
Five minutes of the heart, five minutes
Of the brain.
Five minutes and you're done?
Alive in five minutes,
And dead in the same.
Looking, always looking. A lifetime
Of five minutes.
You loved me for that time,
And left me for considerably longer.
But the question still remains:

Am I there yet?
And what is there?
Will you and I be the same?

Slowly moving forward.
Off to visit with destiny-
Good or Evil?
It's all subjective.
Still, moving forward, backwardly.
The Urban Sprawl is beautiful
Under its natural grey lighting-
The only one it owns.
Did the sun just shine?
No, it was a divine halogen,
So common in the collective conciousness.
Onward, forward I go.
Like the learned Fool continuing-
With a weary smile and my satchel.
I marvel at the impact of a few
Words from long ago.
Another lifetime-the Before.
Noting that life will only
Move forward, however it may.
Though I do not know the
Loneliness which will grip me tomorrow.
And I know it all too well.
But I will no longer be moving
Forward.

Barren child bearing hips,
Empty activities.
Can the pursuit of pleasure be
So eternally selfish?
There is no God of popular faith
In my world.
The idea that creation is the
Ultimate in expression is false.
Wandering throughout my days,
Lonely and alone, it's all I can manage.
Some are meant for less.
Anxiety and dread are absent,
And in their wake lies uncertainty.
A velvety black emptiness.
And, as usual, I have found the one-
The perfect, the wrong, one.
To wander with me, as I reach
For the unattainable.