Unsteady legs move step by step,
making the impossible journey
more of an ill-timed adventure.
The destination unknown to the mind
but kept well guarded by the heart;
each move forward is five steps back.
Blinded by this obsession, not a love,
a weary traveler can only make it so far
before each step becomes a hell.
A twisted mirage on a city block
and finally I lose my footing
faceplanting at your feet.
Autumn Siders 