Idling Time Machines

 how far do we stray in search of words that have always been there. 

the road yawns and we rush into its throat. desperate for it to swallow us.

the miles flaunt their razors. and we can't wait to be cut. 

we run. we flee. but the circle always takes us back. freedom is a fleeting wink as we grab at its threads. 

life erupts in tired muscles. in soiled flesh. the path is disrupted by roads that are closed. 

we follow the detours. fragile as the signs lead us around the void.

we're lost in all those fading maps.

all the paths have changed. all the places we've been have forgotten we were ever there.