The way to go

I can't relieve this ache inside. It keeps pulling since you went away. You took all my confidence. I stand on street corners talking back to the wind, batting invisible gnats, flickering my eyes at the sun in hope of light that won't blind me.

Surviving as best I can. Days keep rolling forward and I imagine my own sunrises to conflagrate the clouds, so don't hurry me. Try to pull myself together the way other people do. Usually I'm afraid I won't make it.

I'm looking for the way out of this mind, but the labyrinth offers none; it is the way. The universe is finite. Just follow the path and its inscrutable turns. Going back is no choice. The voyage insists itself, unremittingly endless. My feet never cover the same ground twice, but my dreams are caught in repeating loops.

I can't see for looking, can't die for living, can't escape this flowing love I fear. I want to dance down the path instead of feeling lost. Won't you give me one more chance? See, I'll spin crazy corn circles, sing hymns to the sun god in his shiny new ship, twinkling at sunset, aligning himself with Jupiter.