Each minute leads to another
And another
And another
And I can’t tell if that’s good or bad
Or if it matters
Since I keep showing up
And wondering if doing so is worth it

There used to be reasons
And people
Touches and promises
Words that seemed like they meant something

Used to think that I understood
Used to move with purpose
When my belief was that tomorrow wouldn’t likely come
Because when tomorrow is uncertain
Only now matters

But I’m past those red brick buildings
Which reeked of copper and still water
Past the places where beginnings end

Now uncharted
Three acts beyond final curtain
Just keep dancing
Wondering if the roads traveled
Have so imprinted

Become just one more scenic road
Never leading its way home