An entry a day
To the traveler's journal
Demobilized in
A remote sanctuary
Continues momentum
Like pendulums swinging
Since feet remain
Stuck in the muddy
Moors clinging
To boots and to soles
Of his running shoes glued
To the ground
His legs hardly can move
Anymore
But he does
It because
To be stagnant and seated
Just pents up his energy
Not yet depleted
Completely on one more
Delusion crusade
Where these words come to life
Than as all things
Must fade