Joyful Road Of Forever
© Surazeus
2025 07 21

When the clock on the wall runs out of time,
all the people in town walk through locked doors
and journey alone on the road of forever
to gather in the field where horses sing
so they can hold moonlight in hopeful hands
and give away every dream they hold dear.

If they wander without eyes in willow trees
to find the white raven with seven eyes,
they may get lost on the road of forever
when the laughing man who lives in the oak
brings the bleeding book to the empty church
because they want to buy hope from dead gods.

Though bells of sorrow ring across the land
to lead the lonely people without doors
down along the signless road of forever,
they stop and ask the lady of the lake
for the secret of the sword in the stone,
but she steals all the dreams they leave behind.

Trapped in flash of the television screen
with the faceless ghosts of the dream machine,
the girl who waits on the road of forever
crochets galaxies of pulsing black holes
from threads of fate still tangled in our hearts
since we want to follow the laughing horse.

Because the girl with flowers in her hair,
who almost drowned in the river of tears,
maps world network for the road of forever,
the handless boy who wants to play guitar
hitchhikes to the city of crowded bars
though the spider witch has stolen his voice.

When the people of the town with no doors
gather together in the field of skulls,
Phoebus arrives on the road of forever
to stand on the stage where actors perform
to sing about the girl with star-gold eyes
who keeps the cat of love safe in her heart.

Yet wheels of cars transform into new clocks
which calculate cost of redemptive faith
when we escape on the road of forever
though refugees from failed states crowd the way
because we never find the Promised Land
that appears at the core of every map.

Far from locked door where all journeys begin
by dark caves where the sun has never shone,
we follow the joyful road of forever
to build ten million homes along the way
where our children will open the locked door
and gather on the river shore to sing.

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Orpheus supervises the crew of dwarfs that pave the road of forever which leads every lost wanderer back home.

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