Empty Fulfillment

Alone, gazing as far as the heart can see, down a narrow, inviting road to a place where I would rather be. How brisk the steps, how caliginous the night, how solemn the wrongs, before the feeling’s right. Moving blindly trusting fate, endless empiric arriving late. Resplendent dreams, transcendent hope, where are all the years? Fleetly passing unfulfilled transported by the tears. What direction now, what will I do? Where are the friends I thought I knew? Alone, staring back over an invidious road, the distant memory from where I came, a reminder of the journey, and a view that looks much the same.