Why the Empty Road

At full count
it's incredible how the columns
that border life begin to fall

and the rules that govern
begin to fade and dissappear;

Leaving what one finally believes in
to gather dust and crumble.

Death, the final frontier
answers the questions concerning Time's tenacity
yet leaves one's life in a veritable void;

Breaking the brackets that contain
all of the countless doubts

that dawns for all of the days
that one can remember.

But, longing
merely ascerbates the cause and catalyst
birthing confusion to an eye

that understands, not
the reasons Life orchestrates, in such a way

and ends up splitting hairs of midirection
into memory fragments of the road, ignored.