There are

two roads

coming together

in me

~

my

past

and

a

past

~

my future depends

on how they are

joined

These massive structures

all around

us

standing on

ancient

bedrock

~

they are dead

till we breath

life

in it

~

this life

at the end

poisons

us

in this confined

interior

Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive

on

~

where they stare

at me

each day

~

if I stop

to look closer

they run

cowardly

~

like sheep

I might

be stronger than you

but

you

tie us together

I see my home

is

frozen in time

when the door opens

and I

step in

side

where my life

waits

for me

It is hard to see

if

these reflections

are

from where I

stand

or if they are

real

In front of

you

I still have

some

colors

on my facade

though the grayness

from inside

is spilling