A billion lines
Vying to tell tales
Like road maps
A road, a mansion caving in on itself,
Once so full of dreams.
Steps that shuffle and drag,
Once filled with bounce and hope.
Creaking bones,
Once so well lubricated.
I look upon this ancient face
The gnarled hands
Like twisted roots of a tree
Parched and patched
Like a worn out mat
Eyes rheumy and sunken
Still as an ancient mango tree
A billion lines
All with a story to tell
Words spoken
Words unspoken
With no emotions
I wonder
I wonder about the soul
Immortal
