I took a detour long and wide
To prolong the day and stay outside
To keep the setting sun from setting
And lose the dawn in false forgetting.
But while I chased the westward sun
From setting, in my false forgetting,
I failed to hear the hollow hum
That echoed from the fueling drum.
And though the foolish sun seems bright
As if it’s all but banished night
Alas – a day becomes a year
And I am overcome with fear.
I look around, in stark amaze
A single year passed in a daze
The realization, setting in
Propelled by hell and spurned within,
Begins my fall from grace and flight
As day fades into endless night.
I dread – what will the black box boast
When it gets dredged from off the coast?
Will it praise momentum’s stride,
Aloft, aloof with foolish pride?
Or will it tell a softer tale
As both my engines finally fail?
As thoughts of impact cloud my vision
And wrack my heart with indecision
I finger the ejector seat
And somehow land on both my feet
I stand unscathed, in fertile gloom
As light reflects from off the moon
As I stand, my vision reeling
All those years spent fleeing feeling
I finally see my double-dealing
That darkness revels in revealing
And so my detour, far and wide,
To hide above the storm inside
Has finally found me in the wend
One journey starts, another ends