Changing tunes of the winding road,

if you walk for too long you'll realise my symphony.

It sounds a little vague and uneven.

It really does.

Listen to it,

it may consume you but it won't.

It realises its incompleteness.

How it never really fit in,

to the normal codes of convention,

or decency for that matter.

So if you walk,

and walk......

till the sound of your tired steps,

grow distant,

and fill you with a music unlike one you've heard before,

in your bonging head obviously,

you'll know.

Know that it's my symphony.

That it will stay as long as you want it to.

No clinging to your sanity,

or sanctity for that matter.

The moment you're fed up,

it'll blow away like the evening dusty breeze.

Never to be found when you need to vanish,

from the confinements of your feeble reality.

It'll spring up again one day when you walk,

walk along the road of sandity.