I think I've found,
For the very first time,
It may be my head, not my heart,
Who isn't ready

Misunderstanding is everywhere I look
My entire life is starting to feel like a book
Not a book that has just begun
But a book that is well overdone
I ponder what holds for me in the next chapter
Certainly not a happily ever after
Oh, but look there's a twist
Something so easily missed
For my life is not a book
It is a sharp ***** hook
A hook plunged deep in my soul
Reeling me out for what life beholds
I am not ready to be on my own
I do not trust myself to be all alone
And what happens when you run out of line for your hook
It's the end of your story, the end of your book

I flip page after page

searching for an end to humanity's idiocy

yet this is not a story of brevity

I gaze upon the intricate ink of the yellowing pages

My mind sets into a seemingly perpetual haze

preventing me from truly absorbing the words

I give a silent thank you

For I do not know how I would react

to all of this confounding insanity

I close the book and caress its leather skin

I inhale the ancient smell it offers

A muddled grin crawls across my face

I  feel it spreading through every vessel in my body

The haze has removed itself from my being

A piercing clarity penetrates my soul

Ah, it has finally come

The gates have been opened

The madness flows freely

The sinuous road adorned by sunlight
Twisting on forevermore
Intuitive signs interspersed
Called upon by nature's glory
Wooden arches crisp with Autumn
Casting shady protection from all beyond
The air light and teasing
Drawing curiosity without haste
and with a bump all is given
Rewarded with a glistening Eden
To my dismay it's not forever
All the life fading away
To be replaced with roaring metal
and endless mounds of concrete grey
But this is not the end you seek
Yet a promised adventure for another day

I walk outside and the harsh winds greet me
The combustible clouds are eager to meet me
Tears trickle gently from the sky
Pleading with silent cries
The leaves fall from the trees
Swaying and swooshing like the seas
The sky starts to yellow
Oh, how I am a silly fellow
For this is the calm before the storm