Consequence

[spinninghead]

Consequence follows you
all the way home,
as you brush the dirt off
those ragged boots,
and find your way inside.

It haunts you and begs you
to turn away,
from those you might have
pulled down,
stray
just for today,
and see what good you can find
on your own.

Naught and everything
will save you now,
as you puff your pipe
and close your eyes,
taking in the night air.
Nothing in the world
can change yesterday,
but your weary soul
trudges on,
running on empty,
but somehow full
of what you need to live,
and to love.