Pathways

Lines on the paper, running free.
Roads of possiblity.
Patterns in infinity,
of hope, of loss and victory.

I trace a path and try to find
the outcome I desire.
Running the marbles through the mind
in a slowly twisting wind.
I try to see fate,
and calculate
the cure for my uncertain fire.

Lines on the paper.
I crunch, and wait.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.