Prayers.

In short memory lanes,
the road bends at right angles,
you have nothing to miss,
and there's no chase into the abyss.

Grains form,
Rain drops,
Shore screams,
and trains stop.

And thats when you see,
there are blind trees everywhere.
You take a swing at them,
you beat them to a pulp,
You bludgeon,you throw,you fake
and then you fall.

You feel there is no reason to half your living, while you bore your gaze into an empty wall.
But one day, you will realize, that the wall wasn't empty at all..and that wall was your life-
whatever colour you've painted your life to be.