have I said too much?
are you exhausted?
looking for retreat?
my murky imagery
draining life from you all?

this journey
this tiresome
wearisome
irksome
journey
the colours have faded
even the contrast
has become greyed.

the years have passed
yet the high road
that flowed beneath my view
still has a hold
and calls my name.

where is the blue of the sea
the rainbows
the laughter
the order
the chaos
where is that funny man
running and running?
yes, we caught him,
held him,
trained him
but,
where has he gone?

It is raining on the inside
and the sun outside
is making me feel guilty.