Tracks and Tracing

Am I on top of the world?

Things seem strange from up here -

a mountain of my own making

shrouded in murky choices

my inclination to continue

surmounted with diligence

do I go left? right? or the trail unseen?

my sinuous path covered

writhing twisty wyrms, ideas made of fears

hissing, mocking my decisions

any mistake becomes a roadblock of doubt

hanging over an abyss

scramble, struggle, inch my way back to safety

pause, a breath, another,

a babbling brook trickles rhythms

against a rustling backdrop

clouds sweep towards me, the way grows dark and cold

progress fades into indecision

feverish scribblings journal my progress

howling in the dark impels me further

I run but I don't feel safe

scramble to safety, flimsy fabric against the dark

I am awash in sweat

my notebook is filled with ideas not there before -

Was it all a dreamscape?