Walls of Destiny

Walls wash through as waves imposing, interceding my thoughts. Embodied in opaque transparent panes maze shadows distract my steps. Setting stone to mortar without end walls rise as fast as they fall, alleyways, ever changing, prowl my mind. Indifferent to my purpose they shift open and close my course at will. Chaos ensues at imposed barriers, mind in turmoil seeks trapdoors of escape. Am I prisoner or refugee of four walls? A new pathway opens unbidden yet past matters lie unresolved. By who’s design reign the opening rising and falling of my mind walls? Is it my choice after all to choose or by unseen influence or force. My thoughts are but gossamer dust in drift, moats, floating through the walls of destiny. Robert Gene Stoner Jr © 2/21/16