Poem #2

Written around midnight on February 3rd 2005. Enjoy.

It's a long walk from here to there
carryins so much with no help
doesn't make it easier
As you stride you cut the heat
splitting it in half like a map
east on one side
west on another.
You're getting closer
it begins to slip
you dodge obstacles
left and right
up and down
you're getting closer.
It's okay to let one go
you'll pick up another later.
The pressures on now
looking for help
no one's open
The air around you gets more dense
Like you were on the Price is Right
screams surrounding you from everywhere.
Just one more
you can't make it
you drop it
You have nothing left.

Interpret as you may