The Triumph

The road is dark Not a single headlight but my own The air is warm The night is young I’ve left my home The comforts and the certainties That keep me static When I could move The trees grow close, their branches are heavy and still Forming walls on either side Almost lying down, nearly on the ground I put my hand above my head to feel the wind Speeding up Even though I don’t want to arrive There just yet No, not just yet I am so light My vision is clear, my name has been lost I glance at the mirror And all is black The hammer of reality falls on the porch When I spot the chairs, forgotten outside Before my world gets dim, I sink to the floor And a year ago is turning into yesterday We lost our purpose Now I must seek my own It’s just so hard to find when you’re searching alone