When you're racing unsure <br />through some strange neighbourhood <br />you won't trace new faces <br />the way that one could. <br />You're quite isolated, <br />but not due to locations..... <br /> <br />Maps should highlight sites of intentions, <br /> and with twisting symbols chart cranial travel, <br /> join the dots, the miles, so thick- layered in hostiles, <br />graph the sunken potholes of deepest plots- <br />Pretend dizzy extremes of abrupt elevations <br /> may be tracked in pastel, schematic marks <br />(just a ruse to show swamps of mired litigation!) <br /> <br /> Old maps-as one unravels torn pages- <br /> could, from the creases, unfold friends and foes; <br />while new maps, (third version, updated) <br />might warn of conventions, <br />deplorable gangs, those storms <br />when dispositions explode... <br /> <br />But such maps are not seen... <br />So strive for arrival alive. Revise rules to walk quicker. <br />Suspend Sundays, the stroll, trips with aunts, (note the latter) . <br />Torment's daybreak's marching for health, blisters weeping seep pebbles- <br />No tented vacations with rain drenching on patience-. <br />Attend to the action that would soon amend travel: <br />repent- lend word 'dead' to 'end destinations.' <br /> <br />OR: <br />When you're racing unsure <br />through some strange neighbourhood, <br />you won't trace new faces <br />the way that one could. <br />You're quite isolated, but not due to locations. <br />Maps should dot lethal plots, <br />unravel intentions, chart cranial travel <br />by trails that plodding thoughts walk. <br />Unfold foes or friends. <br /> Legend dire intimations. <br />Track perilous facts- <br />Forego end destinations.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-map-that-spots-plots/
