Treadless

Grimy nails skitter

Beneath the facade

A cringe in the dark

My path, inundated

The lantern leaks sluggishly

A cricket is born

Incessant drops strike

To study is to be divine

To learn, proper

I sit in the pursuit

The chase of divinity

Tenaciously evading the bestial might

Of those who wise to delude

The lives we lead are limited

But the trail of knowledge is without boundary

Treadless

Yet at the same time

Full of prints

The road of intellect

Shall I follow?

I lie hollow

I digress from the topic

The writing swirls

The number drops

A “life” over

But is it done?

The way to glee

Is birthed