Roadless Landscapes Of My Mind Poem by Bullion Grey

I have been wandering the road less landscapes of the geography in my mind. Like a lost pioneer who has forgotten what he was pioneering for. Tired, anxious, and weary of aches, pains
and unexpected weather breaks.

Envisioning a place where people are friends, families together and where daylight is bright. Like muffled steps in snow from behind
I hear the sounds of my shadow, an outline of who I am
carrying on with me. The trees stare as I the passing hiker
silently reverberate by in my cautious stoic steps.
The trees ask in hushes of leaves - where are you going?
What are you doing?

The hiker just continues as if to hear nothing but
the hush of giant leafy green trees in breeze.
In the morning I hear the razor cutting while I shave - loud and clear.
Feeling the tomorrows as if they were already yesterdays.
I hold out my hand and find it empty with today.
In the distance the far off sound of thunder cracks,
I look and watch the immense atmospheric show
while feeling hungry and remembering
I forgot what I was supposed to know.

Hollow vanities with thousands of pointless amusements
seem like chains, metal, cold, wrapping my ability to think
about here and now. Each sunny day that seems to end
with a punctuation of sunset glory, everyday.
This outside world and yet there are many worlds
within worlds. If one isn’t careful they can become
confused or lost and feel like they are
wandering the endless landscapes
of the road less geography of their mind.