Swampland

 

Where I find myself now

One of two extremes exists

Either time doesn’t flow

Or time is all there is

Which extreme do I face now?

I cannot be certain

At least not until I find my way out

But to find my way out,

I must find myself.

He is lost and drifting alone

He is somewhere near

I can feel it

Deep in thought

Wandering softly over the dark terrain

The ground is moist enough

That if I fall i will be cushioned

And if i sleep, 

Even better.

And underneath this canopy

Not even sunlight can disturb me.

So I walk aimlessly.

That isn’t right

I have no goal for my feet, 

But my mind has a goal to reach

As I stumble over the wet land

I stumble over memories of who I have been.

As I stare blankly at the path ahead

I can see in my mind’s eye what I want to become

But is there nothing between the two?

Who am I 

There must be some link.

One day, the trees will open

And I will walk quickly 

From this boggy hell.