i wish the world was flat

I walk a fairly, rarely traveled road,

Leading me to that which I am owed.

Slowly, strengthening my legs begins

To ever so selfishly splinter my shins.

Crucially crave motion, constantly roam,

Never cease stepping farther from home.

Inches to miles turn seconds to years,

Continuously running from fecund fears.

All paths are barren, rugged, rough,

And I'm often stuck amongst brush.

Covered in dust, tangled in vines,

Someday soon I'll find what’s mine.

No way to know which way to turn,

I'll have to choose and hope I learn.

Feels like wandering lost in the night,

If I don't look behind, I might be right.

Yet, if you walk long enough

Down the same straight line,

You’ll end where you started,

It happens every time.