Pedestrian View
By: Abi Rexrode

During the long night, avoiding sleep, I walk the streets
With questions looping around like infinity
Leading me down dead ends in dark alleys
Where shadows consume the wanderer.

With questions looping around like infinity
Past an old man with eyes like a dormant volcano
Where shadows consumed the wanderer.  
The greens and golds of youth became something darker.

Past is an old man with eyes like a dormant volcano.
Wondering when my own time starts fading
The greens and golds of youth become something darker
Pushed aside by the finalities of taxes and death. 

Wondering when my own time starts fading.
My feet continue their own wearisome loop
Pushing aside the finalities of taxes and death
Trusting the road continues beyond this obscurity.

My feet continue their own wearisome loop
Ever on like the second hand circling around
Trusting the road continues beyond this obscurity
To somewhere with answers I hope I’ll accept.

Ever on like the second hand circling around
Leading me down dead ends in dark alleys
To somewhere with answers. Til then I’ll accept
Trying to avoid that long, endless sleep, by walking the streets.