Never

Never is the fullstop on the road on which I walk.
In the middle of the zebracrossing I find it as the roadblock.
The voices in my head never cease to talk.
They persuade me with ease to rewind the clock.

I run back away from the street.
Farther away from the destination I drag my feet.
Back into the forlorn long winding lane.
I seek shelter and yet await the rain.

Never is the fullstop on the road on which I walk.
In the middle of the zebracrossing I find it as the roadblock.
The voices in my head never cease to talk.
They persuade me with ease to rewind the clock.

As the clock goes tick- tock tick-tock.
My ears await the ticking of a stopwatch.
So that the time of mine walks slower.
Till I learn to say no to never.