Trekking

There used to be a different time

Caught short and now i'm baling twine

Wrapped around a length of straw

Stretched tight to ensure overdraw

Tension mounts like geyser tears

The bold hearted, jump-started cavaliers

Crashing through mist and humid air

Or running my fingers through your hair

And secretly stealing a cautious thought

For these numbered memories are all i've got

The remaining moments are quilted sounds

They may cushion the blow but my voice still resounds

Pursuing beauty might make me fool

After countless voyages beyond farthest poles

But between tiny threads that blanket the globe

I still must progress, resolute and alone 

Reviews

[Usman Muhammad]

I don't believe you....Sometimes???
This is absolutely wonderful write...and you must take writing seriously. You can do extremely good.
The last line left me in awe ....Well done Mr. Introvert
Regards
Usman

[Thatch]

Thank you very much!