Guess the Direction of Which My Heart Goes [11.10.08]

Stained pavements
leading down the hill
Construction
on one end
and
the other
Thoughts of falling back
to take the
high road
or
no road
Signs of directions
remain false for fault of the wind
However
an internal compass
takes hold
and my forgotten instincts
become alive again
& my soul
no longer
wanders aimlessly
through the street
For these
stained pavements
remain in the winter
and
this winter
remains in my heart
and
my heart
remains slowly on the
stained pavement ..