I Doubted If I Should Ever Come Back
the end of the road will arrive in its own time, freewheelin'
road of entry and escape, reading the tarmac, lassitude
This highway will arrive in its own time, immutable
an instrument of entry and escape: invisibility,
a means to an end, a symbol of progress, weariness
And a winding foreground for drama, backbone
Your road I enter upon and look around,
I believe you are not all that is here
I believe that much unseen is also here, akin to languor
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years
the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, listless
I doubted if I should ever come back."
Jenny Papalexandris ~ text Copyright ©