Lasting energy

not from the sip of my mug,

but the breeze through me

 

as I beg my lungs.

I gain distance on the clouds,

but I lose myself

 

in the beats I make

with the pavement I take on.

It’s a lovely song.

 

One I only hear,

so I played louder tonight

as the sunset neared.

 

The trees have changed shape

on the retreat path back home.

Was it a right or…

 

a left?  Or did I,

turn at all?  I slow to walk,

but my mind keeps on.

 

I’ll find home again.

If it takes a few more steps,

still beats a dead end.