The aged path
Sits before you
Slowly turning to dust
After millenniums of use
You stare ahead blankly
Thinking of nothing
Your eyes glaze over
As the sun shines brightly over the tree tops
Leaves stir around you
As wind blows through your hair
The sky darkens
And the light diminishes
The old path
Falls beneath your feet
Like a puzzle
The pieces break away
From the solid ground
And fall into a never-ending abyss
You recognize the person in the sky
And fly from the imminent doom
That awaits you
You touch the person’s face
As you fly away into the clouds
And out of sight