My roommate
Yeah, well he doesn't speak much
Just kind of babbles
I think I know what he's saying, though
It's the same thing all of us our saying
Get us out of here
The road here is long
But so hard to find
Like that miniature golf course you went to as a kid
With grandma
And now when you go back you swear it's going to be around the next turn
But it's not...
Above these canyon walls
Is a darkened summer sky
I had just made progress on my journey
But the clouds are here
Here are the first drops
Like the morning coffee down my throat
Reminding me of this maze in front of me
All the while I am just content to look at these trees
These tall green trees
How did they get in this canyon?
There is one in particular that is strikingly gorgeous
But I knew her from somewhere else
Yosemite? Portland? Alaska?
And what is she doing here
It must not be her
Did she visit you before?
No.
Amidst the screaming, the desperation at meal time,
The jagged wall edges, the potential for a fall
Is the smile on the horizon
That sliver of blue sky is always there
Always
But the road to it is always changing--
Labyrinth of life,
How many more days?
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