[ IP ] Winding River

Days meld, 
 Tomorrow becomes today is yesterday. 
 Wasteland eternal, 
 Dust beneath my boots from what lies ahead. 
 Sky encroaching, 
 Smothering the will to progress. 
 
 As I lay down, ready to close my eyes for the last time, I spot a new color in the distance. The barren earth hewn in two by a vibrant blue band. The reds, grays, and browns that consumed my life suddenly get their own rest. A new breath emerges from within me. From the depths, a will to press on. To find a meaning in this dull world. Why would I suddenly want to move? It could all be over. But it is a Siren, singing its beautiful tones. Begging me to join it in the distance. 
 
 Maybe tomorrow, 
 When my feet do n't hurt. 
 Maybe today, 
 When I catch my breath. 
 Maybe yesterday, 
 If I had n't stopped. 
 Maybe never. 
 
 I close my eyes, just for a moment. I imagine what it would be like. Wrapped in the river like a warm blanket on a cold day. To be given eternal youth for a moment in its current. I smile, knowing that it would be wonderful. 
 
 But this ground feels nice. 
 Warm and inviting. 
 I might stay here forever. 
 However long that may be.
