Encased

This week feels like walking encased

in cobwebs, shuddering and sputtering 

without making any difference

except to make things worse.

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“Why is everything a battle?” he cried

to the music in the background 

as he drove everywhere too fast. 

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There are no answers, only signs

meaning everything and nothing depending 

how literate you are with the heart. 

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The sign said to go forward a day at a time 

which feels like trying to count sand in 

an hourglass then releasing it on the beach. 

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In a world of todays, it’s hard to see

destinations when roads twist and jar,

making what’s ahead look like a wilderness.

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“There’s always time,” she told me 

but I knew better. We don’t always have a tomorrow.