A Thousand Miles A Day
You walk a thousand miles in the span of a day,
All the while, the mind in motion, tearing through.
A sense of urgency with endless paths,
The voice never ceases; the noise is deafening.
But never within earshot of your fading love.
For you to hear it would only make you insane.
I would leap if I could. A thousand miles below.
I would pull the trigger if I could. A thousand feet per minute.
It is cowardice, I fear, that keeps me on earth.
And the earth that keeps me in oblivion.
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