Nowhere Fast


The road that I'm on
the way that it seems to take,
the hope that I travel with
and all the
fair means that reaching
there needs me
to take

The quest for me is
forever unplanned
The summers and
springs that began,
I left long past
Will I get going
to stake what I never
did think or believe one day
would be mine?

Every waking hour,
the directions are losing
demand
To stop and close
my eyes
and look around
what I left whisked away

Was that just a dream?
Have I improved upon the
past
How to know if it can ever last
and who to say
how many regrets it'll not hold?

If the seas would be calm
and the
wind would blow fast,
molten entrenched muddle of
befuddlement
I'd reach there at last

Would I want the numbness
to recede
If I do, will I know If I'm there
Never gone and never there

Scattered bit by bit in all
those footsteps and dwindling
through sand in the heat
This incompleteness
now makes me complete

And
yet, it feels
I've reached far from
where I began,
at a toddlers pace
who set off to glad disbelief
of all those who were too oblivious to ask

Reach me
my distance and distance me
from the distant race
grant me such pace
and
the gift of the game
my fragment embrace
and moments in my bag
I set forth to the land
where my name they don't ask

I'll be reaching there someday
If you'd want to ask
for now, from now own
we'll be going somewhere slowly
instead of going nowhere fast...