Departure

Walking unfruitful distances between one

Corner of the human mind to the other,

To experience the wasted markings and the

Ill-fated trees pass by, remains empty travel,

For nothing is green inside those helpless minds,

Rolling along in mercurial vessels, past affections

To rid another of disease, to help another

Walk more freely down these sidewalks of our

Waking lives, only to find, we are colored silhouettes

Of a gentle past, one that used to hold passions and

Desires close, nearer, but now to reach this vantage point to which

We must travel, is so far away.