I am certain
No one knew
The fate which had been wrought
When the first arches were erected
No one knew
The fate which had been wrought
When the first arches were erected
Or was it rather
A prophecy?
Or was it rather
A prophecy?
It wasn’t long before I found
A crack in my demeanor
A harrowing
Of imperfection
A way in which I’m broken
Until one day thought I
Perhaps the dark is just unknown
In need of light
And wanting an explorer
Curves ahead
Construction
Crosswinds
Historical Marker
Scenic Viewpoint
Or have jumped back in time
Nearly a century
But I can look back
At a time without industry
Without machines
Without, even, the wheel
The heat
Which makes my skin
Crackle
Like the way the gravel and sand
Grate against the soles
Of my boots