Alone, it seems, I travel,
but not alone, I fear.
There are shadowy, staring eyes that pierce
and whispers that scrape my ear.

I need to find my way,
and running takes me nowhere,
as I tread the ceaseless circle path
lost and only just aware

that the darkness ever deepens.
As the daylight begins its end,
my mind casts prescient stones in dirt
with a hope my course propitious wends.

So on I trek untouched,
my eye and mind feel no connection
to the time or to the scenes
that loom and crawl in each new direction.