Poetry - The Escape Route

There's a fire in those eyes, Burning through the disguise, Of desire and deprivation, The civilization's abomination Generations lost into the wind, Without a hint of any chagrined, Unsuspecting of the blackbird's song, Oblivious of where they belong Unprepared for the impending judgement, Breaking away from the commitment, Staring into the deep end, Reflecting their failure to comprehend Desperately grasping onto the idea, Of the journey ending in euphoria, Into the lifeless dark black night, Where the end is nigh but not in sight

Staring blankly into the Orion's lap, With his mind wandering beyond the map, Silence prevailing over the norm, Or is it the calm before the storm? The silenced voices in his head, Awaiting the moment they're behead, Is there anything left to come around? Or is it fate's final touchdown? The fire burning in those eyes, The ice hard at work to crystallise, The distant star falling through, Is that really her bidding adieu? Taking the leap of faith ahead, The voices hanging by the thread, Suspended mid air as it all flashes back, There is no more a fallback No more emptiness into the Orion's lap, Done away with the mousetrap, No regrets left behind, As he finally becomes one with mankind