The skies above
The earth beneath
My eyes struggle of the before or the behind
And my feet opposing to the east or the west
Does a wondering mind choose it’s settlements soon?
I dare ask
The skies above
The earth beneath
Like a sojourner I only long for clues for hope
In this desert of life, where my front is back
And back is front
With a disarray of my side and sides
The skies above
The earth beneath
This can’t be a race, for there is no finishing line
After all, where is the starting line?
What are these games of hallucinations?
I’m told the goal is a crown
And that is only attained by efforts
Yet you impede my efforts
But you say you don’t want the crown
Again, what really are these games of hallucinations?
In this hallow world ,
I “halo world” but only hear echoes
With faded trails
lost wit—just a regular, backpacking through the pilgrims
Until my last breath
Under the skies above
And earth beneath,
I lay as dust , an artifact for future archaeologists to discover
I lay as dust , gone with my “brightest future”—never shining beyond my present enclave …..Sojourner
