Saturday, March 17, 2012

Destination Uncertain

The arches stood before me,
And I stood before just one.
Each held a gate and a destination,
And I soon too would be gone.

Was this my true place?
Something feels amiss.
I check and recheck my plans,
This feeling I can't dismiss.

Everyone around me is falling
To a plague I cannot see,
Coughing fits are the only sign,
Sharing the air that they breathe.

I don't know why I'm here,
'Cept to go to someplace else.
All I can see is where I am,
Everything external to myself.

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