Beyond Frost

 The chosen path of destiny begins easily,

A smooth road, sloping gently.

In the distance, somewhere lies my cozy pocket

of happiness.

I glide along the road, effortlessly,

Then crash - into emptiness.

I search for an end to the void.


Sweat dances on my brow -

(I am destroyed)

I taste salty loneliness -

(I fail the test)

Sand slaps my face -

(I've lost the race)

Silence flows -

(Merciless defeat echoes).


In fear, I run and splash into a cool brook.

Behind me toward the desert, I steal a look.


Ahead, lies my pocket of happiness,

And I laugh at myself.


1983

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