This 
Poem
Gets longer
With each new line
Syllables increase
Like the taste of old wine
And yet it still follows pace
As if the words are in a race
And though the rhyme scheme is quite broken
We have now made it to line number ten
And yet I am still going, again and then-
Until I must go -wait- back down again?
The second time we have gone with nine
Now it’s eight- and we still decline
Lucky number seven’s mine
Six is here- as a line
Five is with new rhyme
Four- ending time
going ‘til
Poem’s
Out. 

THE WALK (title making in progress)
 

I walked until the sun did rise.
I walked until the dawn.
I walked with lows, I walked with highs.
I walked with the brains and brawn.

I walked to the beat the birds’ morning tune
I walked to the beat of the wind
I walked along the path with no set boon.
I walked along the road now thinned

I walked around, ‘til noon was high
I walked around, waiting  
I walked for no reason why 
I walked for nothing sating.

I walked about- the sun was low
I walked about- too long
I walked far past- nowhere to go
I walked far past- quite wrong.

I walked when the sun had set
I walked when the wild woke.
I walked while there was nothing to get
I walked while the creature spoke

I walked too late, while nature slept
I walked too late for man
I walked and walked, memories kept
I walked and walked, no plan. 

The crossroad 

A crossroad seems to have two ways
Left or right, a yes or nays
And yet there are quite a few more
Left or right, that’s two of four.
Because you could go backwards too
Turn around, and start anew
That bumps up the choice to three
One way, two way, and third to flee.
But I told you there was a fourth-
If you can go south, you can go north,
Stray off the path, walk off the bricks.
Feet on the grass, but wait- there’s six.
The fifth choice is to stay right there.
Not to move, breathe in the air.
And also you could catch a ride.
They’ll make the choice while you’re inside.
But there is a seventh, before this choice- shocking.
It is to never even have started walking.