Pathway Home

This mortal world feels like a maze; Times and seasons in clouds of haze; The pathway home a blurry daze. This tedious swirl feels long and tough; Moods and reasons scream strain and rough; The pathway home like dreamy stuff. This spacious twirl feels cold and bare; Mind and body conscript bleak fare; The pathway home floods loaded cares. This anguished hurl feels torn and bleak; Heart and soul see desires that streak; The pathway home a trail made weak. The passage here feels sad with pain; Fierce winds of change pierce and constraint; The pathway home a glimpse of gain. The moments dear feels like a dream; Dreamer of fear feels taunt and scheme; The pathway home a squandered dream. The highway pulse feels like a hint; Dreamer awakes to a new mint; The pathway home a jaded tint. The wise impulse feels like a craze; Weird ideas urge to charm and daze; The pathway home: labyrinth maze! Leon Enriquez 19 Mar 2014 Singapore