Obscure

Living life in a hazy swirl,
Picking up outlandish routes,
Down to the roads where
The souls use to gather.

Can't you see them gather there?
Following the seemingly darker trail.
Along the way to god knows where.
Sometimes I wonder where they go.
Perhaps to places we'll never know.

It was a strange esoteric thing
In which I bid farewell to all
So that I could be complete.
Not that a travesty is all I need.

Days late past in the sky,
Showing all but not respite.
In what could be our great sea
Taking all in what could be.

In ways showing belatedly
That remarkable, dourest
Scenery that could surely….
Exist.