Vaccum

I’m trodding along the road

Till where I don’t know.

As far as my sight goes

Having reptile curves.

I know its bite is bitter---still

I’m trodding along the road till where I don’t know.

My mind floating in the air

But what am I thinking

When put forth with a question

Finding myself in vaccum—I see

I’m trodding along the road

till where I don’t know.