The Twisted Road

I look back and see the twisted road, the empty faces and the saturated smiles. The lost key in the locked car, the red ribbon trailing behind me on the floor, a way home I will never take. I've got empty pockets but there's still a way out for me. No light ahead only headlights behind me. A harsh glare and the Doppler washes away to the west, the path of a dying sun. As the sparrow's wings eclipse the moon, I wonder where my feet are taking me, each step an effort.

But I'm alive, I'm alive.
The bullet hole may have hit my stride but I'm alive.

I leave it all behind, the essence of this life behind. I'll make the open skies my roof, the rest of the world my home. I have this hunch, a feeling that overwhelms me, to go, to pursue all my dreams whose expiry dates are beginning to cash in. So I cut my strings, forgetting the story of the Minotaur.

In pursuit of dreams that drift asymptotically away from me.
But I'm alive, I'm alive.