The Pace To Nowhere

He paced his kitchen floor in hopes to go somewhere
anywhere
but here
He walked up his stairs and down his stairs
limited to the basement level
he was lost in his time
and it seemed to be all the time
brotherly love had him on the grind
and children set him back to find
that in the pace of lost we begin to wonder
and as the night falls so did the Hennessy bottle
under age or over age it never mattered who sip'd
and it didn't matter either what came out your mouth
be it slick
was this the devils castle or Gods work in progress
10 different souls under one roof
who is the first to be living proof
as he paced the sidewalk right outside his home
his right foot kept telling him to run away from home
and the left foot said there is no place to go
and the devil frowned as he stated he needed God to know
that all these damaged bodies can not lay faith on him
he was a man but a young boy at heart trying to survive within
and when the pacing back and forth brought about words of truth
he focused in on every one's placement
bringing negatives to truths
asking questions that he has no vision to understand
and stating lines like we live in a materialized wonderland
half drunk or in shock bystanders were not alert at the time
just a ear as he untwisted in the pace of unwind
and when all was said and he could say no more
his pace took him right back to his own front door

(c) 2011 Ebony Larijani