Drifting

Architects speciously building never ending bridges spanning distances that reach a nowhere, other than in my barren and muted heart The emptiness and the silence, intangible liabilities which never truly do exist but, pursuant of life’s contradictions seem only to persist in deeper parts Persistent, I am the drifting man journeying on long forgotten pebble strewn side roads, merely lonesome until momentary lapses of the vessels which pass me by Further down the highways past horizons, finds me upon the crossroads standing, astride, then to gaze in either direction, I am most cynically defined and yet still, no reason, no rhyme nothing ever do I find Glancing back to the trailing miles of this prolonging existence, questions are only places time has left behind but, without the answers I simply cannot surpass beyond my presence of this wandering life