The tracks stretch on for miles
cold, hard metal
scratched and worn and broken.

Walking in the middle
each rung my personal foothold.

no one knows I'm here
I'm all alone.

I continue
step by step I near my destination
I see hedges of falling, golden leaves
I see the mud-caked, brown leaves
and the rotten fruit.
I see that one, lonely, silent tree

and I continue.
Staring at the rotten planks of rusting metal.
Listening to the metallic clink of my heals against the slabs of steel
'Stainless', they had said with triumphant grins.
They lied
everyone lies.

The once gleaming ore, now covered in mud and eroding plantlife.
Amidst the gloomy fog,
I find one shimering square of steel
smirking and reminding me;
not all lies are full.

I glance up and find myself back where I started,
Next to the hedges
the mud
the fruit
and
the lonley, silent tree


    and I drone onward