The Walk

You look around, lost,
at the tree lined tracks
spread infinitely in front of you.
You stare at the blinding sun,
and with a sigh carry on.
The trouble with you is
leaving things unattended.
Leaving prematurely, now going back
farther than where you started from.
You've walked for hours,
toiling under
the blistering sun,
and above
the boiling pavement.
The tar in exchange for
rubber from your shoe,
left behind in towns past.

You think you found it,
The lot you've been searching for.
You sadly leave
discovering your err.
Another mile,
Another mile,
Another town,
Another town.
Just going to give up,
your group turns around.
As if on cue, the lot is there.
You run overjoyed,
to your abandoned belongings.
Only, you have been double duped,
Only now seeing the trolly, back to the destination.