Broken Compass

I took a wrong turn somewhere I thought I was going in the right direction But apparently, I have been traveling for so very long On an uncharted road to nowhere There are no signposts anymore No markers Only an endless stretch of oblivion. There is no going back now The road behind has turned to dust And even the wind can’t find the passage of the years No, I must move forward Continue down this forsaken highway A tumbleweed dream to carry me Into the sunset, a long cold night And the breaching of another day. (Previously published in Poetfest, Summer 2000 Anthology)