On a cobbled street

I walk on this cobbled street
with a million stones under my feet
all laid out to suit my needs
but all wary of what I seek

I walk on this trepid road
bearing what people call my load
passing a smile now and then
paying passage with a grin

With nothing to trade but a pound of flesh
a quart of blood and some jewish bread
a sullen book and some tainted glass
to make me try and forever pass

a travellers wish never fulfilled
leading ironies and distant hills
vicious circles ruling route
leaving life in eternal doubt

Still we walk to the flow
eternal rivers loving glow
leading there to see whats right
pleasing senses and ephermal light

thus I walk this cobbled street
with a million stones under my feet
all laid out to suit my needs
but not one cares if i bleed.