The cold wind blows,
Sweeping the fall leaves away from the dirt,
They take off while I sit here,
Hearing the great whooshing sound near,
Where did things suddenly slow down?That the short walk made me more distant from this town?
I run,
Hoping to find my place,
But never fill that open space,
Just peering through the invisible barrier,
Discovering something new slowly gets scarier,
Faces with no known match,
Are they waiting for the perfect catch?
Will they welcome someone new?
I haven't the faintest clue,
Or drive me into insanity?
It's too far to travel,
All I have is broken gravel,
I throw it aside,
Not realizing that there's been a turn of tide,
"Crack",
A small spiderweb has formed,
Quickly spreading,
Folding in on itself one by one,
Until I no longer have to view from a distance,
But have continued my journey ever since.