Regret
The world seems too big tonight
To ever find the things
I so carelessly left behind.
The highway winds into the distance, black and uncertain
and while I cannot see them,
I know the ancient mountains rise behind
In the wake of my hurried passing.
I do not recall the journey’s beginning
and flight seems my only destination.
I run alone, breathless,
Searching the sky for dragons, the woods for lions,
Praying silently to whatever gods might be listening,
But no one comes to rescue me in dreams.
