As long as the road travelled
is your chosen road
all is happy and peaceful;
but as soon as another road
appears that I want to travel
there is no turning for you.
There is just the one way
that leads to the places you
want to go and the journeys
you want to take, and I have
to take this broad way that
I often don’t want at all.
Do you listen to my words
of compromise and my pleas?
Is there any giving of the gift
of recognition that I am here as well?
I often think that I speak with
a silent tongue and the words
repeat only in my head.
Repeat and repeat,
like echoes of nothing
in the coldness the night.
But be turned you will not,
for there is but one patten
circling in your head,
and one path that dictates
the falling of your steps.
So along I go with you,
along I travel aimlessly
floating in the wind,
following the path
that only you can tread.
9/1/2019