Hallway

Hallway 

Shining tiles of reflected florescent lights 

just slowly allow a tick of time. 

I’ve lost track of 

the merry go round 

I’ve tread here. 

Just waiting for my self made sentence

to run out 

I understand the concern 

for my miraculous rebirth 

from a dying man 

to a youthful graduate. 

In over a day 

I’ve become a senior 

to the lost minds 

that sedate themselves 

in bed, chair, or 

the very steps I wander on. 

I laugh to myself 

which echos to all  

around me. 

It dawns on me 

I’ve listened to my father’s words, 

“Walk it off, my son. 

Shake it off, my son. 

Give a laugh, my son.” 

That’s what he said. 

Thanks Dad. 

Your strength 

unknowingly will 

help push me 

out those sealed doors 

for sanity.