Black Taxi

A man had embarked on a long trip
Walking to where he wanted to go 
This is how he chose to get a grip
On the man in his mirror, he wanted to know 
Through hot and cold and rain that did drip
While they talked, all too far he would go

As a wave of dizziness swept over him
He decided to rest for a little while
He sat under a low hanging limb
Then leaned back and closed his eyes

He woke up to a world deathly quiet
Not a person anywhere he could see
He was walking somewhere, but couldn’t remember it
So he walked on for a while and let it be

Later, a black taxi pulled alongside
The driver lowered the window to speak
And offered to give the man a ride
He would take him wherever he did seek
When his passenger seemed somewhat confused 
He said, “It happens all the time
We’ll ride a while and talk a bit
Pretty soon it will all be fine.”

“How did you get in this line of work?”
The man asked as he watched the land drift by
In the mirror a twinkle came to the driver’s eye
As he told his charge his reason why

“I used to captain a boat you see
And ferry people to their promised land
But as planes and bridges avoided the sea
I was left with naught but idle hands.
The times do change, and so must we,
So I left my boat and got this taxi
It’s the same old job I’m doing though
I’m still ferrying people where they must go.”

As the man talked about his recent life,
He noticed “Martin Ferryman” on the driver’s card
And forgot about all his strife,
As time began to retard
He knew then where he had to go
As he left himself on the side of Stix Road

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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