Walking the miles in an utopian terrain

Toeing the line of countless men

Alone in the darkness, lost in time

Straining to here the piper’s rhyme

Oh that mellifluous falsetto!

The road winds on through the fields

Speckled with hedges and shrubs

At peace with themselves and at peace with the world,

The leaves rustling and whispering in metaphors.

Through a crack  in the clouds of the sky

A sliver of moonlight

Lacerates the night

Stitching through the shadows,

Etching perfection’s paradigm.

By the road there’s a pond

Shrouded by a divine miasma

Its ripples brushed by the sylvan veins

Glistening with an ethereal aura.

Far away in the distance

The phlegmatic form of mountains

Carved out against the sky.

On their helms

I beheld my journey’s end

There, flashing with a chimerical light

The tinsel town called Paradise.

Its sight deranges the mind

Like a methuselah of wine

As the line between sanity and insanity

Starts to blur

And the voice within me begins to slur

I realize I’m half way from there,

Halfway from nowhere,

Halfway from my tryst with the oblivion!

The wind sighs on in its listless way

Reminding me that I had the aces

But I laid down my hand

And now it was just me and the night and a chimera on the horizon

While the road lay ahead, the road lay behind

The road lay beyond