Dead End

It's a dead end.
Slow down.
Don't speed up.
You sense the impact
And you want to get it over with.
That's why you race for the finish.
But there is power 
In unseen things.
There are treasures 
Hiding in the alleyways 
That trail off at random angles
From the street
That leads to your demise.
And in that trove
Lies the key that unlocks
The gate.
So let the end 
Wait a little longer.
Linger - Don't rush.
And trust.