as time flies by
the walks get high
the thoughts of next
settle for dust
nothing is much,
something has less
drawn as crest.

the road ahead
is jolted waste
faster your feet
take you away
the feel of air
is moist at first
tranquil is pressed
give up you must!

the road ahead
signals a stop
your steps get flunged
heavy with trumps
trepid is felt
singing a tale
''look not afore
for all is frost
speak not a word
silence is lord!''

the road ahead
cobbled a past
ready is now
to lift a smile
new paths of else
sprinkle a hope,
the streets appear
visions
of bests
drifting you out
swiflty to say
your presence was,
almost
absurd.