The grass slides by – a rushing blur;
I’m running from what lies behind
But nothing’s really chasing me.
The wheels are spinning like my thoughts,
They’re wearing down my mind and strength
Each time I try to find an end.
This constant confusion and loss
Has grown as my shadow follows;
I watch as the sun goes to grey.
Tomorrow perhaps the new light
Will find me still searching the earth;
Eventually though I’ll be gone.
11.2.19
This road keeps on through day and night,
Further now from habits formed,
The vehicle that carries me
Brings me closer to my harm.
I know that as these wheels turn more
The pain I must endure nears.
This is the only way to form
New strength against my in-bred fears.
As questions form about the task
And fears return to whisper doubts,
I force myself to trust to fate
That from comfort drew me out.
This road keeps on and I with it,
Growing better day by day;
Though at this point I’m fighting still,
I look with longing down the way.
11.1.19
Nathaniel West Clark 