Wandering through,
Sidewalks freshly paved.
The cliff never seemed so close,
the obelisk reflects a bright light,
no one looks.
The ground begins to shake,
time to go to work.
The leaves fall,
The tides crash upon the shore.
The man approaches his fate,
Looking-
Rocks and minerals
Flys lives are never long
Flowers burst from the ground.
Why?
Trains run by, the sun obsolete.
When?
I sometimes approach the cliff,
Look-
The world never seemed so far.
The grass grows longer and we fall
into its grasp.
Equations explain why but not when?
We are stuck between somewhere and nowhere.
"Follow me."
Indecisive yet curious,
I sometimes approach the cliff and
Look-