Cobblestone Streets


She walks,
The moon lights up the cobbled path,
She walks.

"Walk towards the future!",
The red green hue taunts.
Her feet begin to blister,
The cobbled path alters,
She halts.

A silvern burnished path awaits her,
"Welcome to the future!".
She looks on with wonder,
Their smiling faces only grow wider,
"You have no place here."

She screams on the cobbled path.
If the future is not for her,
Then the past ought to feel her dearth.
She dreams of a hot bath,
And walks back in a blur.

She walks,
The moon lights up the cobbled path,
She walks.

"The past is so very near!"
The red green hue mocks,
She walks with renewed vigor,
She is certain the past has missed her.
The cobbled path gives way to rocks.

"The past is here!",
She screams with glee,
She sees the muddy roads welcoming her,
"But the past is not for you, my dear."
They all nod their heads and agree.

She stands.
The past moves on,
The future shines brighter.
She stands.

She plops down onto the cobbled road,
Her eyes are heavy and her feet are tired.
Is this cobbled street all her life holds?
Blackness encompasses her and her cobblestone abode.
She dusts herself off and does what is required.

She walks,
The moon lights up the cobbled path,
She walks.

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