Reluctant or foretold
No beacon of goodness
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
No life
No green
No creatures
Scurrying
(Or so it seems)
The Earth
Our home
Bedrock beneath
Space above
But solid ground
Spins us round
Cycles of life
Always turning
In this shroud
Of anonymity
I allow
The self is free
To explore
Deepest edge
Furthest field
Darkest path
So I may
Emerge again
Into light
Lit within
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
The wind, soon enough
Will blow the fog away
And there will be I, the mountain
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
Where the sun
And the clouds
And the smoke
Interplay
Where the river
And the rails
Run in parallel
Display