sifting through shadows
that block the light
keeping me
from finding
my way
walking through
this foggy existence
still searching for my place
in a world that destroys
what it does not understand
awaken
these eyes of inward stares
sometimes it seems
that no one cares
startled by a sound
a familiar but distant calling
posing echoes
like a dying dream
trailing along
stairwells and thoroughfares
where the shirttail of truth
is seen going around every corner
if i could only clamp
my soft jaw on it
would never let go
standing
as i step on smoke
dropping articles of faith
what am i sure of?
am i hurting myself
asking why and what after?
if i ever get home
who answers?
No comments:
Post a Comment