Crossroad

I see no light at the crossroad 
because the coast is still months away, 
but my feet stopped aching days ago 
  
The more I walk 
the less the cold wind 
drags against my weary skin 
  
Vacant men walk by 
deadbolted to their feet, 
and grab at everything 
I´ve "dropped" 
as they walk into the darkness 
I´ve passed; The past 
  
While I move forward 
free, alive, naked 
  
and blind.