post collegiate piece-of-mess

this world seems too wide
the ones too few,
may i spend awhile
alone with you

you take one turn
and the next turn is lost
this path moves forward
at any cost

a blank face staring
no eyes or ears
from which to see us
exposed, our fears

a rush of ice
and fire and cold
all relevance taken
we've grown too old

this life is tiny
but could be huge
and again only one path
destined to choose

the breath of life
is somewhere else
not here
in this place,

its only hell