Unto My Roads

I Disappear
Unto the road again
The dark morning
Of winter days

Melding into dusk
Cold, beset by Warm
Roads converge
Cross as life

Frantic, a life looking back as forward
Welcome home
Moon is bright
Never change

Home, is where my head can be
Or will be
Trained by the golden rod
Dreams, just leave me alone

Building my head to fear whats out there
Save this from our waking hell
Mirror shatters, does reality?

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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