Distance *poem*

Running out of a steam.
The engine dying out
The future so far gone
its hard to be seen.

Running until my shoes are bare
feeling the ground for miles
Its been days and I cannot
find a single reason why this is all fair. 

I'm just waiting for direction
to follow until I'm satisfied 
I'm just waiting for some indication
that this will all be worth this life
In the distance I'll see the enigma
of where I'm going and who I am, 
what I am.

The beat of the cruel winds
keep me in a wicked trance
I'm speaking with the skies
waiting for the answers to begin

I'm in the river flowing out of my mind
levels of critical thinking clogged in the pipes
reaching out to hold the stability 
Reality washing away is all I find.