Sebastian Laroche

BEYOND THE ROADS

It smells like freshly bloomed daffodils and the first day of spring

The only thing that can be heard is the wind and us walking

It’s tranquility at its finest.

There’s fields and a rock path with trespassing water running through the middle.

I’d have my father next to me and my dog next to him.

And we’d be walking aimlessly, away from the rest of the world or so it seemed.

Nostalgia overcomes me, looking back fondly on good times.

And now I yearn for the simplicity I left behind..

Aimless in Essex

It’s a forest of brick, cement, and concrete

But it’s people are clay.

Wandering through the searchlights, not finding anything

They are our stars and moon

But we are not guided anywhere

Someday time will take us by the hand

Away from the Essex Wasteland.

I climbed up a wall of rocks that summer.

I was hoping there would be a rockslide,

So at least I could say that I tried.

But I made it to the top.

No reward, no consequences.

I scraped my hands and almost fell

I skinned my knees, bottled it up

So no one could tell.

I was bleeding but I couldn’t tell.

I skipped some rocks to see how far they’d go

But at the end they just go down below

At the end we don’t know where they go.

All we know is they go down below

We all know we’ll go below and follow.