Poem-a-Day, Entry 309--

On New Roads, and Newer Roads.

Fog on the bridges,

          and still nowhere to go;

                so I sit and I watch the world

   pass through this sightless dreams--

             and as the music fades,

                  and as my dust begins to building,

     I wonder if I've anything left to give,

                or any reason left

                           to fight.