the way
towards the abode in your heart
not always  
a clear...well lit
smooth...fast
decorated...direct
quick highway,

at times it's a
dark...dusty
rough...curvy
broken...lonely
long subway,

you've fortified your all
behind the tall
hard walls

and the main gate is out of bound
windows, hard to be found
i wander around

too hopeful to return
at the secret entrance i wait for my turn
someday you will show the concern