no brochures or drink coupons

It doesn't even matter anymore

as the day darkens and the sun

sets one more time, disappearing

beyond a distant horizon that seems

closer every time these eyes look

past the memories and in on the worries

 

where rain falls on sunny days

and winter is a forever shadow

 

Weary steps fall in slower paces,

tree lines fade as valleys swallow

what was once happiness, leaving

nothing more than photographs

in a brittle album of dreams

that never will be

 

the past becomes the future

in a mind's vision of tomorrow

 

But there is an end and it is close,

these tracks lead off to a destination

that comes with no brochures or

drink coupons, only a hand shake

and a wave and a direction

of someone else's choosing