The Mysterious Highways Under The Suns Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Mysterious Highways under the Suns

The highways of the suns, are always on the move,

Into the sidewaycorner where another fate awaits the travelers,

You may fall in love with another girl,
Another travellermay kill you for the same purpose and affections,

You may come to the dead corners, where another highway robbery man may intend a robbery holdups, may hide under a tall bushes and sprang out his trap,

There are many forms of danger,
Awaiting, still you are walking toward it in the process of life,

Or you may sit infront of 4k TVs and the cells in your body are mutating into their own journeys to senescents,

The insidious body clockare counting the number of steps you have taken to the groceries, the markets and the bus stations.

It is a sad tale to be following,
With every sunrise, the nights awaits your arrivals.

Whether you are in a deep coma or in a peacefull sleep the cells are mutating, morphing into itsdisruptive counterpartson you body, into these unlighted tenenements to bring you home.

In the flourish of these magic time wands to change completely your fortunes, misfortunes,

Outlooks, stabilities of the mind,
The new cities, the strange bedrooms,

The same wife, another mistress,
The voluptuos ones the old bodybags,
The same aging body you became lately, into the highways with unparalled accuracy,

Your journeys into a corpse buried 6ft. under the ground from a shovel,

into these mysterious highways of the roads under the sun.