Thoughts of A Dying Traveler

I feel like an owl has been chasing me all night as I've locked every footstep in gears set to an egg timer.
I realize now that the nuances of gold don't seem to hold up to the treasures I've lost.
I looked up to notice that all of the ears I've gathered and all of the hearts I once touched have all melted away
and I'm here just taking in oxygen
for there is more than enough for my lungs tonight.
All of the sketches in my plans don't hold a candle to what I once had.
Before I saw gold in the eyes of all that surrounded me,
I could pck and choose which one fit best and always have a back up plan.
Now I look around and I see no crutch
I know now I will fall and the owl will devour me.
I know the path I've wondered onto is ending and there's no way to retrieve yesterday anymore.
I've fallen and my eyes are closed.
My travels have come to an end but I know, the second I open my eyes, a new path will be drawn for my feet.
I can already see the light though my lids as the clouds break and the owl flees.
I can already see the sun point me to a new road.

And it's glorious.