In the thinly spindly Glen
Resides a lonely clucking hen.
Strut and peck, flutter and fluff
The bugs she eats are never enough.
Leaves ripple with the sound
Whispered quiet a question resounds,
"Why not fly South this year?
Freezing frost will soon be here."

"I lost my appetite..."
But you didn't eat all day?!
"for love."

I'm so tired..."
But you slept all day?!
"Of this life."

"I can't decide..."
Just make up your mind!?
"What to live for."

"I'm scared..."
But it's easy?!
"Of what I'll become."

one step   s   m   forward
two steps   e    i    back        
        my   e   d   right      
     your    k   d   left        
my slow          l    your fast
                    seek    y   e    the middle path
two times    e         one half    
    poetry         p    math        
   one    t   a    mind
   two    h   t    tracks
               seek ye    e   h   the middle path

Defeated before the end
Cursed before the beginning
Soul grinding
Hope blinding
There's no sign it's ending
We all walk down
The trail of life

My arms tingle
My chest chokes
My eyes burn
My ears ring
My nose drips
I die a little inside
This hollow body
My brain is empty
Writing fills the void