Time forges the rivulets of my heart
In their contorted paths
Till I know not their ways

I always thought they would lead me
To new beginnings
Open roads to another heart
From a knotted birth

Till I have exhausted
Enough of them
To realize that
Though they may seem
To be traveling towards
Other turning threads
Of enigmatic goals

They will always wind back
To their core
To the nothingness
Of a hollow
End.