Benches By a Gravelled Road

I tread lightly on this gravelled road And on the horizon I see Lights, skylines to die for Tantalized by beauty false For distance rests between the door And me. And friends and brothers, enemies alike. Pass me by, Their journey bleak For their path is set, the common prime Their path is set - this gravelled street. And behind me walk a thousand more Memories they can only be Feet blistered by salty shores Velvet red, but they dance a waltz A dream of a dream, of Future They see. But, I tread lightly on this gravelled road. Scavenging around for my Destiny For distant illusions tempt me not. The road is nought but larceny. And empty benches line the path, To the deaf and blind, they beckon and call But Utopia has their senses wrapped Too clear to see the hundred maps That lead them from their agony. So I wade away from this gravelled road. To delve further, to simply be. Present in the moment, I take a seat. To listen to gravel, under two thousand feet, To clap to the rhythm of their unified beat, Dismissing the distance Between the door and me.