Crossroads

what do I do when the leaves are dead?

what do I do with this road ahead?

i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,

but my feet won't move today. 

 

what do I do when these trees are surreal?

what do I do when this path can't heal?

because i'm broken even when this scene

and I don't think anything will ever fix me. 

 

so what do I do when the world is staring?

and the seeds are the only ones caring?

they wrap me up with their pollen embrace

maybe i'll walk out of this place...

Posted in response to the challenge Scenic.

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