Day 52

Day 52:

I walk along a long and winding path,

the end always eluding my view, curving along and away from me,

the retreating horizon point never reached.

I can never quite see the end of the path, 

yet I see others moving along it so quickly, on the side,

their bright lights rushing by and around the bend.

I continue to walk, surrounded by nobody else on my path,

yet I'm surrounded by so many people and things on different paths,

coming back round the bend and speeding back the way I have come.

I see static and stoic statues and structures,

changing and morphing as I keep making progress,

always new and always old, always trash and always gold.

I walk forever and ever around this constant corner,

I can only look back so far as the past curves away,

I only pause to contemplate, in the pleasant sunset of the day.

Will I ever follow the curve back around, and walk this path again?