Trails

I am not sure
that you have burned enough trails
like those falling stars
In your sneaky color just like the night
any trail will be subdued
Just like feeling in thousands of moments
could easily slipped away without you
You act like road sign in the foggy uncertainty of memory
threading from point to point
or even in conflicting to each other
because moments did
Perhaps you becomes roads over time
a patch here and a patch there
leading to all ways into heaven or hell
They call you journey