My thoughts lock onto
The days paths
As I travel amongst strange faces
With sounds from cars
Speeding past with a burst of wind
Going to unknown destinations

I walk to witness the flight
Of birds and the flowers
That bloom on the trees
Bright pedals of the moment

I try to figure out what it all means
But any meaning I
find
Is only meaning
I assigned

Stroll down this endless highway
Where nobody seems to be going
My way
Roads crumble and collapse
I'm falling through
Into a hole
Found within
myself

Wanting to be filled
With something
greater
Than what I find on top of
Crushed stone