Game

Though I rest my weary head The way is barred to slumber’s bed Fare thee wells still left unsaid Too long walked these roads to shed Gate is tall and closed fast My greatest fear I find surpassed How could it be that this comes to pass? I am defeated here at last Night in sky whispers regret Of endless travels I can’t forget Abandoned by those still unmet I sit and dwell on my plans, upset “Let it go,” windy whispers spout “Worry no more for this ‘round-a-bout” “Tomorrow, victory!” I stand and shout I turn, I sit and then I log out.