As you walked?

You walk in the plank 

with no visible gut

and goal.

You caress all

with a gloom

caress none with the

same gloom.

You look around 

to grab the woods piercing you

with presage titles.

You pass into

 a hopeless hope

jumping from seeking tons

to rages of tranquility

‘waiting for Godot’.

Vladimir and Estragon path differs.

Yours turns a good fortune

your sudden stand of severe serenity stuns stiles.

Now,

you wail from inner harmony

you freeze in elongated ecstasy

the bliss washes away your relic

you bounce in felicitation.

With full gut,

You walk past those piercing woods

 to pick up your happiness.