Lines blur together as roads that never were,
bending like the creases of your struggling hands
that are stuck to the page. Those solid lines say that
you are right where you need to be;
the brazen letters, suspended in a mirage of dull color,
coerce your fingers to walk where your legs should go.
Trap the prophetic rivers and plains within themselves
and open yourself to a new, unencumbered view.
The false promise that a journey
will be no longer than the size of your thumb –
this is the lie the page brings.
The names you read of the places you can go
echo hollowly, lacking significance
as you say them again and again, getting nowhere.
Put down the map, shift your eyes
from the flat, insipid surface of intertwining ink
to the vast and brilliant road
whose end, for once, is not in sight.
Based on the poem Legend by Rynn Williams.