Trail

End of the road.

I cannot think beside myself
of life and what's perceived of wealth
and how I choose to make a move
to see this ghost ascend.

And though my eyes have skimmed a view
of something brewing deep in you
or is it me your presence soothes
this guilt to apprehend.

But I don't know what reaches me,
possesses and still teaches me
and how I choose to see it through
for me to comprehend.

So when this spark has lost its flare
and all I know will disappear
and how I knew the silence grew
to meet me at the end.