Destination

Dark December morning, Strolling through the half lit city streets, Dark melody ringing in an empty ears, Strong north wind blowing the leaves around, People, cars making their way to work, Asphalt streets like black river, Carrying all and everyone to their destination, Mind keeps flashing back to scenes gone by, The smells the sounds the gilt comes back, All around seems like shadows colliding, Past engulfs the present, erases the moment, Cigarette burns too fast in the wind, The seconds fly by but time seems to stand still, Emotions stuck in the memory’s muddy fields, The wind seems to pierce straight through the clothes, Dragging the sick soul filled with antidepressants, Dragging through the dark river, Searching for the final destination.