Travel down a wooden pathway
Where glow fish taunt the fishermen
And flirt with their lustful hooks
Until they come up with empty handed respect

True waltzes with false
Where the horizon blurs into oblivion
And the massive unknown consumes the view
Until you fade into its corruption

Tread lightly when others stomp
Where conversation flounders on idle lips
And understanding becomes a currency
Until it snaps into a sudden, “goodbye.”