Than a road trip
Through unknown country
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
Like here, where the fires burned
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view