Poem: Side

Time is not on our side.

It never knows where it wants to go.

It always lead to a path that is hiding withing the vines.

Not answering the questions that the walls hear all too well.

Leaving guesses so that the trees have something to whisper.

One day a journey will soon end.

Then you will not know where it all begins.

Just because the winds blow does not mean that anything was seen.