Hole In The Hedgerow

Tumble weed blown west,
Like a beeswing in the wind.
Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,
All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.
Mourning my youth with every passing day.
This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.
Closing chapters, burning bridges,
Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.
Watching sunsets turn to black.
Now, staring into a new dawn,
A daunting new day.
New ocean, new coast, new skyline.
New hills to push my boulders up,
New bridges to cross, fresh fuel to burn.
A new life. New me?
New stranger staring back from a new horizon.
Does his silhouette stand tall and proud?