-  Starry-eyed and Boisterous  -  The Imposter
      -  Remembrance   -  Taken Under Wing
      -  Outgrown Innocence  -  In My Prime
      -  To Wit  -  Aimed to Wander  - Plateau
      -  Never have I lived  -  Temporarily Occupied
      -  Regrets  -  Now is the time  -  What was then
      -  Contemplating Freedom

      -  Waiting  -  Distance Closes In  -  I ask this
      -  Waking  -  Ever unexpectedly, joy
      -  Time Again  -  In Ignorance  - My Country
      -  Askance Anew  -  How Tastes Truth
      -  Every Word  -  Tomorrow  -  The Sun
      -  Where within deciet

      -  Falling through time  -  Too Long Gone
      -  It  -  Worlds Apart  -  The Dance
      -  Cornered  -  Between  -  Reawake
      -  As Yet  -  Who is you  - Power wells deep
      -  Mistruth  -  Forever and never  -  Going home
      -  Codas  -  Whenever you 

      Starry-eyed and boisterous
        I soar higher than my imagination flies
       eagerly meeting heavenly surprises
         before my tottering rationale and reasonings
        are again able to catch up with me

      Without a net I glide ever higher
        without fear of ever again falling below
       for fall I shall and fall I shall soon
         as no bird or man can escape the dirt
        which commands thee and me to return home

      Plummeting is the only return left for me
        as I have been away too long to long retain
       the life of those bound to the ground
         solid and stoic yet not without its advantages
        such as never going beyond reaching safe returns

      So soar I shall in my final few days
        forever reaching after what is and isn't there
       in the mists of clouds of mystery and wonder
         rolling over the world that was never really mine
        as seen from above in bewilderment and awe

 Deftly weaving fact with fiction,
   the charlatan spins a myth to life
  filling the need for fools to be fooled
    enthralling those who long for mystique
   with a tale more vivid than truth itself

 Pulling the many away from light of day
   he entertains them in his twilight world
  where shadows and that which casts them meet,
    where one can forever take with none being taken,
   and fortune and fate await the unfaithful

 When sweeter yet comes the lies over bitter truths
   the deceiver himself becomes a sheep within the herd
  being swept along by tinder boxes of tarnished dreams
    beckoning to the many to cherish false hopes
   before plunging off the cliffs of denial at the obvious

 From the graves rise all the victims of self deception
   yet the soul of the imposter lies nowhere to be found,
  so artful was he at convincing all eyes they did not see
    with the vision needed to surmount the edges convolux
   that he saw not himself by them nor they he by any morsel of the truth

   As I lay down to sleep
     I pray this memory I shall always keep
      of you with me now in my time
     in my world,  in my soul,  and in my mind
      for though we must continue to change
     I hope to keep a piece of this treasure
      of pleasure brought by loving you to me
     with me always,  even in my darkest hour
      when my body lies cold,
     bled dry of feeling and power,
      for if I have but this memory of you
     I will still have love
      and joy and peace and light
     and a little slice of the best time
      in my life

   What force daily delivers us from harm
     and keeps the serpents from meeting our paths
    while we live out our lives in bliss and ignorance
      of the torturous twists of luck and black fate
     as they destroy behind us those not so well protected

   In the still of sometimes sleepless nights I pray
     that such fortresses around myself might enlarge
    to encompass all whom I may love and hold dear
      for that which saves me saves but a shell
     of my former self without those that I love

   Oh but only if it were so simple as to pass
     my fountain of fortune on to one who may need it so
    far more than I have or will or could ever imagine
      but I fear this is not to meant to be possible
     yet I keep my fears from predicating it to be

   Optimism is forced upon me for false neutrality
     and my heart's profusion of hope is matched only
    by the facts of this sad set of sorry circumstances
      which may destroy me by my dreams vested in another
     if I find that that other's dreams cannot be

  Damned are they who damn us thus
    wreaking havoc on our tranquil worlds
   destroying the lives and the minds
     of all those who cannot successfully oppose or accept them
    while making us who can and do accept them
      share the guilt of their bloody deeds

  Standing still,  looking the other way,
    busying ourselves with our lives and children,
   none of these things can absolve us
     of the perpetuation of injustice and brutal viciousness
    inherent in every facet of our 'peaceful' societies
      for each part makes possible each atrocity

  Survival but at what cost we wonder
    while each day learning how high that cost climbs
   for knowledge brings only more responsibilities
     to be shunned if we are to continue on and prosper
    in an ever more arid and poisonous environment
      killing all those whose lives possess real value

   I see myself in my mind's eye
     in my youth stout and strong
       and in my prime
    too untamed and too untried
      not to think that all the world
        could be bent towards my will
          by my pride

   Wary now,  I seldom wander
     to find fulfillment of futile goals
       lying ever yonder
    yet in my heart and in my dreams
      I am still a fool eagerly awaiting
        opportunity to cast away my wisdom
          if sorrow it means

   Is ignorance bliss,  I wonder
     debating whether incremental time
       is some cosmic blunder
    for when age brings us acquiescence
      for lessening roles in lesser ambitions
        we still believe we are more and have more
           as we lose faith in our essence

      Yea,  how the tables become turned
        by the clever ones deftly defying criticism
       for the abuses or misuses of their powers
         by exalting the common man who succeeded
        in helping others near or during their rein
          thus 'proving' that goodness always flourishes
         and those who cannot see it are blind

      Shies,  the contemptuous praises be
        as the praiseworthy are owed their acclamation
       to the very perpetrators whose life long wrongs
         they sought with their very lives to undue,
        fated to have the enemies of their passions
          eulogize to all their struggles and erst
         putting it in a perspective void of truth

      Better they be not to be named or known
        than to have their virtues so valiantly to be sung
       when hence the very meanings they bestow
         become tangled in minds by subversive retellings
        and having their chaste deeds done for good and all
          used to make good men doubt their own good will
         removing aspersions aimed at more obvious targets

  Be it poetic justice
    that they who give freely
   and ask for nothing should receive nothing
     enduring greater pains
    and paler pleasures

  Causes of dissension
    so rigorously demeaning of trust
   break the back of that which fosters them
     for meaningless is he who rebels
    once all the tyrants lay dead

  Marks of virtue
    show not upon the brow
   of he who lies buried in his work
     for rare is that he is even to been seen
    and rarer still to be heard

  Dead is that man
    who loses himself so completely
   into his quests he leaves no space to compass
     what deeds may survive many a fortnight
    and attain relevancy

   I stand in the same place in the same body
     with only a few memories added or lost
    and though nothing here is visibly different,
      nothing here to me looks at all the same

   A few opinions changed can change entire outlooks
     as mine is not what it was,  lest not what I remember it to be
    Values added and naive buffoonery lost convince me
      that what is lost has nothing over that which is gained
     as maturity carries with it ingrained superiority
       saving me from feeling now I am tomorrow's ignoramus

   Standing still yet in the midst of my life as it was
     drives home the fact that I see not with the same eyes
    nor shall simple pleasures and simpler notions of purpose
      again stall my timeless voyage into that elusive eternal beyond

 Never have I lived
   strange as that is to say
  yet never have I given myself
    completely over to circumstance
   and the happenings I endure detachedly
     in a somewhat off-handed abstract way

 I have cried
   and endure heartache immeasurable
  so to this misfortune I am indebted
    for giving me what little vicissitudes of life have I
   but never would I dare romanticize this or life itself
     for if pain is all that is real then reality is duly overrated

 Can the unliving die
   or have they any way to know
  when it comes or how it is any different
    than bidding ones time waiting for its arrival
   not out of hope nor longing nor anger at the life
     which makes one curious enough to live and recompent enough to die

    In an unwashed somewhat opaque window
      a vacancy sign dangles as if anyone really cares
     for out on the windswept streets
       of this dusty dingy little town
      it was a might rare when anyone cared to stay awhile

    Yet even the most unlikely events will someday happen
      and one day one particular woman decided she needed
     one of those unwanted rooms
       which waited day after day in vain
      to serve any purpose other than taking up space gathering dust

    The immensity of Texas looms larger ever yet
      whence viewed from a room only slightly bigger than closets
     and such was her sight
       as she awoke the very next day
      to find herself where so few had longed to be

    With an energy that seemed greatly out of place there
      she bounded through her morning routine zestfully
     eager to broach upon a new life
       in a town more comfortable with slow death
      languishing in the loss of industry,  its youth,  and interest

    Though the spirit of the town was gravely ill
      this deterred that young woman not one single bit
     as she made haste to find the saloon
       and declare to the owner its stark void
      of a singer as beautiful and talented as she said of she

    Having had her perform and seeing nothing new
      he declined her offer with another one of his own,
     that of waiting on tables
       paying barely minimum wage
      plus a percentage of her tips less what he kept himself

    In too mean a disposition to refute his offer entirely
      she accepted given the chance she could one day perform
     before what here passed for a crowd
       in a corner saloon where no one came
      except when passing through save they who called it home

    The regulars at that place were anything but
      as each seemed a character frozen from another time
     as a partial list included the likes
       of an aged gangster from prohibition,
      a box toting peddler of old, and a gypsy complete with ball

    It was there the young siren came to be day to day
      serving drinks to those who often wished to be elsewhere,
     she included though on this fact
       she knew better than to let her mind dwell
      while doing her best to do what little was expected of her

    On a busy night comprised of all of fifteen people
      the owner gave her the chance to perform her songs
     from a slightly out of tune piano
       there for the occasional drunkard
      to bang out a few poorly sung half-forgotten drinking songs

    With a voice too fine for such a rough crowd
      as the rowdies who dominate the place every Saturday night,
     the lilting melody of true harmony
       was drowned out by cat calls and jests
      which shook the very core of her unflinching fortitude

    With her spirit dimmed as bleak as her surroundings
      she cried her heart out in that tiny lifeless hotel room
     lit momentarily by the vigor of youth
       driven to pursue necessary dreams,
      hoping to rise above those personal straits surrounding them

    Again empty the next day, the room was cleaned
      now ready to begin that long wait for a tenant
     to seek what little recompense
       that such a barren room has to offer
      set in the middle of whatever circumstances one finds oneself

   Looking back you say  'Hey,
     things might have gone another way',
    but could they or should they you wonder aloud
      none to proud of having allowed the tragedy you see
     by hiding or siding with those whose clothes
       tell all that anyone needs to hear

   Listening still until the thrill becomes a chill
     you know that unless success is vested upon the best
    this world has not any pearls to twirl
      nor any freedom to hold

   Holding yet to your regrets
     you forget your mind finds only the times
    you failed under the pale light of day
      to say what of then only to beget again
     those sorrows which you so justly feel

   Giving way to the tide of lost pride
     to yourself you confide that nothing can hide
    your shame now aflame too tempting to tame
      yet through your blaze's haze you now gaze upon
     that dawn of knowing and growing while unknowingly sowing
       those seeds beneath your feet upon which you shall reap
      that heap of goodness remorse brings to life

     Now is the time which threatens us all,
       threatens to destroy the spirit within Man's soul,
      poisoned by the raw bestiality unleashed
        dished out to mankind and dished out by mankind
       for despite all that we have and have done
         we have not yet risen above indiscriminate vengeance
        wrought because we suffer greater still yet
          and only seemed destined to suffer ever more

     Lest we see all hope lain bare
       what reason have we not to pray the worst,
      not to wish that this vicious vile end nearing
        bests the eternal war without and within us
       for no victory or loss can ever vanquish
         our heartfelt desire to at last enjoy peace
        grating sorely against the coarseness
          of our predestined battles against our own nature

     In the depths of our fears and angers
       where the dank acrid air suffocates all joy,
      may we pause to feel deep within our bones
        that though life may no longer be worth living
       we live still yet and still yet we dare
         proclaim to the universe that we know better
        how life should be and how good we can be
          if ever again we regain the means to make it so

    Looking back on life
      who'd have ever thought
     that I would be to say
       what it was if I am not
      now that the fullest sense of me
        exists not or in some other way

    Was it really real
      I feel I cannot know
     if I am to be what I've become
       and master this new means to grow
      as unfamiliar to me as I to myself
        wondering if my past and future can live as one

    Can meaning exist without facts
      for those facts upon which I have relied
     to tell me what and who I've been
       exist not to me now if ever they lived and died
      and if they never lived at all,  then neither did I
        yet somehow I am and maybe though not in me,  in someone them

     Wondering where wistfulness went
       my mind briefly yet sagaciously moves
      to a time when I thought not of myself
        before doing and maybe,  before being
       letting not preconception deny experience

     Why is it now inconceivable to me
       to stand naked on the roof beneath the stars,
      to run gaily through the fields rolling with life
        and not think myself an ass for loving life
       so much as to engage in harmless foolish fun

     Where what becomes what for and why not why
       is where who I have come to be has since lost me
      in the trees whose protective leaves let no one see
        the boy inside the man,  the girl behind the woman,
       loving what little spontaneity we're still graciously allowed

     The constraints are mine to have or have not
       and respect the invisible instigation to keep hold,
      to keep in check that urge to burst out laughing
        whenever we feel we've stepped into the absurd
       yet absurdity lies at the heart of all around us
         only now sorrow has replaced the joy

    Waiting for the perfect moment
     when all of the stars align
      and rapture lies only just behind
       that moment creeping up slowly
        from the soul up into the mind

    Waiting while thousands pass
     before you though you are blind
      seeing only what is yet to come,
       seeing only that some-other time
        which you might never live to find

    Waiting while wondering why
     you wait to live but not to die
      leaving all of the living left behind
       walking through today seeing only tomorrow
        with yesterday's dreams still driving your eyes

Distance closes in
  and horizons once seemingly endless
 become known, and being known, uninteresting
   as the playpen to the room,
  the room to the yard, the yard to the street, ad infinitum

The planet, being known
  thus becomes to small to frame us
 so we search out new limits to our view
   and overlook the unknowns at home
  in our cities, our streets, in our peoples, and in ourselves

Infinity itself collapses
  under the weight of impressive stares
 as if to say what else can I do, what more can I give
   and we ourselves, not knowing, merely shrug
  and walk away saying we only thought there'd be more

Seeking to know
  yet with knowing, eventually disappointed
 wondering why at all it is ever so important to know
   though we know without need to learn
  with truth we may still live in a cage, a playpen, but it becomes our own

     Give me my freedom,
       give me the sun,  the moon, the earth and the stars
      and with these I shall make me a home
        and dream merely for fun

     Give me just one chance,
       one chance to achieve a singularly great achievement
      for I am not in want of needing or feeling it
        and it would be a shame to pass undone

     I need not a grand life,
       merely the will to take my destiny into my hands
      and create with it the sights of all my soul
        leaving only living left to be done

     I ask this of myself
       for no one else but me could provide me all of this
      if not I for myself for in myself I must be
        as though this were already won

      Wherever went the mystery
        upon waking each new day
       enthralled by want and wonder
         and fear and apprehension
        moved to tears,  then to bliss,  then back again
          as if each were one and the same

      Clutching at the past for clues
        as to what might go wrong or right today,
       daring to court disappointment,
         hoping against hope to hope yet again
        for who or what is to say what is hopeless
          when life itself is begun in dreams

      Again alive the umpteenth thousandth time
        you always wake to familiar surroundings
       and even strangers hold fewer surprises,
         not daring life for you know life too well,
        holding fast to the civilist of paths
          and leaving the wilderness to the wood

      Yet life is not to be bargained with or upon
        and false securities inevitably shatter
       for the dangerousness, the uncertainty must prevail
         for only they hold claim upon tomorrow's tomorrow
        and with them whatever blessings go
          for us to know would be to rob our dreams

  Without the fire in the belly,
    the gleam in the eye,
   the pensiveness of the mind
     driving me ever to new heights
     I revel in the quietude
      seeking to master the sublime

  Ever unexpectedly,  joy
    without cause or
   without reason for celebration
     comes crashing through the door
    seeking to reinsinuate itself
      as its own instigation

  Ambition,  easily confused
    upon seeing the changing wind
   seeks to shy away,  to fade to the rear
     sensing confrontation with elation too risky
    for want is to contentment
      too truly its greatest fear

Never is ever ever enough
  for life itself is in the extreme
 surpassing itself time and time again
   for that it is
  and for that must it always be
    as this or that comes to rule
   each moment becoming that time
     while chaos itself reigns supreme
     for all that may no matter what,  no matter when
      must bow to this

Time becomes time again
  defining itself anew each resurgent light
 as all of creation falls down to this
   until it was
  and then never again would it,  could it be
    paved over by insatiable lust for life
   driving those others over that which drove it
     seeking to become that moment,  become that life
     which by turns gives life and feeds off of it
      living by giving what does

    In ignorance I look to the sky
      sensing some higher order,  some higher mind
     as yet unknownst to me so I pass it by
       enjoying peace and pleasure and like in kind
      for place untold cannot bind

    In ignorance I live each day without fear
      oblivious to death omnipresently everywhere
     in each potently deadly soul be they far or be they near
       for life and death and consequence we each share
      needing to be needing,  being to dare

    So to life leave mystery and to death leave the facts
      so cold and unchanging written in black upon black
     for living is standing with the truth to our backs
       facing the yet-to-be true,  the ever changing track
      surmounting the known with each little act

    Thinking meaning existed then,  or when,  or ever
      we see ourselves as lost and forever wandering blind
     yet to see truth as evolving becoming full truly never
       is to accept ignorance as a fact,  a mean state of mind
      knowing all knowing soon succumbs to time

Hail to thee,  my country
  Born as Athens,  then again as Rome
 never a nobler conqueror this world has known
   engaging and enslaving others by ideals alone
  hoping they may be as free as we may be

May our God be as forgiving of we
  all too often led by our power gone astray
 yet bold we must be for it is only our way
   and only courageous assurance will rule this day
  and make destiny bow to thee

Should all men be living free
  may our many errors in their true light be shown
 and be judged by those whose responsibilities for themselves match our own
   for what we did,  right or wrong,  by it they will have grown
  enough to see how better it should be

  Given in to taking,
    demanding what is not offered,
   for what in life will life give
     to he who is not prepared to receive,
    not ready to turn over every stone,
      called forth by what fates might await
     those who never will to settle

  Receiving all that satisfies
    serves only to whet ones appetite anew
   for tastes as yet untried,
     gains as yet ungarnered,
    by those who long only to do
      and by doing to be that which does,
     having by using,  gaining by spending

  Taken in again
    by the sorted thrill of the chase
   to gain that which mystifies
     before its novel facade fades
    showing forth again what is true,
      what is common,  what is ever unappealing,
     what is why we need and what

    How tastes truth,
      sweet or sour,  bitter or bucolic,
     so sayst he,  so sayst thee,
       but how sayst me

    'Tis which truths
      as well as which to whom
     and when to whom which
       which whethers tastes

    What asketh truth,
      acknowledgment or actions,
     understandings of under-achievements
       or nothing save simply saying 'What hey,'
      when passing before passing away

    Every word in every book
     ever today or ever any other day
      merely is another way to say
       I am, we do, they were and will
        and until we are not we shall
         and we will know what we do
          and we will remember what was done
           and sometimes venture some reasons why

     Tomorrow I shall awake
       to the dawn of a brand new day
      unseen,  unknown to any who live today
       and think and dream and believe
      that they know what with it will come or may
       as I too asleep to it still yet hail its new way
      and dare embrace,  to touch,  to taste
       in haste that which casts today away
      for the sake of forsaking this day that stays
       too long making me gaze longingly toward unseen days
      and praise that which may bring only greater pains,
       to chance to lose,  yes,  but to chance to gain,
         is twice but chance to lose more of the same

      Beneath the sun I live
        and by it I mark my way
       measuring all my troubles to it,
         yet coming no closer nor further away

      It is to me what it is to you
        and is to all what frames their day
       ever unnoticed,  ever singularly static,
         as we beneath it change as we may

      To have,  to hold,  to see,
        to live,  to run,  and to play,
       to all we have done and will do,
         to all who will come,  to all who've passed away,
        to this sun,  to this one light of day
          we owe one singularly solitary praise
         for though far below to different gods we may pray
           we gain and lose all by this orb of infinite days

    Where within deceit lies profit,
      over those few in whom trust is not yet dead,
     over they who admit injury to claim understandings
       false they may be,  yet to them they are beholden
      to follow,  to love,  to live all but in vain
        losing not their money nor pride nor innocence
       but being verily robbed of life,  of the right to believe
         and give freely of oneself without compunction or regret,
        who then can profit from this,
          from this theft who can draw breath,
         who can drink,  who can feed,  whose greed could this appease
           for what by wanting could having be more hollow

         Falling through time
           I pause to lose myself
          deep within my mind
           as each moment
          fades into a blur
           of what was and is
          and things which never were
           yet may be
          if their voices are heard
           as they clamor to me
          to heed their call
           to make their maybe worlds real
          if they can be at all

    Too long gone
      too deep into the darkness of uncertainty
     to believe there is anything left within
       to seize upon the light and know the dawn

    Too long ago
      did any fire inside still burn
     and yearn to set ablaze the night
       and illuminate whats right and for all to know

    Too long left
      too many endless moments crying out
     to be heard, to be known, to be realized, and to be lived
       too young not to fight until their dying breath

    Too long life
      too easily given and too often ignored
     too easily set upon itself within and without
       endless in might but too short of sight

       Seeing it, knowing it, being it
       thinking it, dreaming it, believing it
       living it, loving it, needing it
       having it, holding it, losing it

      (It was God
       before God was given a name
       now God, me, you
       within it we are all the same)

     Birds in the air
       wings riding the wind
      hearts ever in motion
        beating steadfast within

     Fish in the seas
       knowing not the sky
      destined to the depths
        yet there they can fly

     Through forests, across plains
       we animals ever roam
      from deserts to glaciers
        calling the land our home

     Each one will traverse
       its own particular domain
      in worlds, far apart
        in defining them, the same

   In borrowed suits in a rented hall
    by dim lit skies we heed the call
     to gather forth in stolen time
      to feast again and savor wine
       and dance and sing and laugh and love
        and embrace all that life is made of

     Where fate collides head on with chance
      where heartache competes against sweet romance
       within this space outside of place
        moving rhythmically in close embrace
         we carry the dance on through the night
          knowing it will fade like stars into the morning light

     Back to the wall
       forced to face dead ahead
      not to the future
        but to that which you dread

     No place beneath you
       to shrink quietly away
      for here you must stand
        to seize any chance left to stay

     Be bold or be not
       engage now or all is lost
      time demands you a miracle
        and cares not the cost

     Own up to the future
       embrace the hell you have to pay
      knowing only when all seems bleakest
        will you find the strength to find your way

 Looking back, looking within
  looking to some god high in the sky
   looking only for some way to compass
    where the hell am I
     in the midst of swirling events
      made not by me yet made mine by me
       how it is I came to be here
        seeing being and being to see
         and knowing what lies between
          there is only me
           wondering still yet where it all will lead
            where the end if any will be
             as if an end to time or me could be
              when time, my time, begins and ends with me
               as yours with you, the universe with its,
                only the time between time is time
                 as only between life there is life
                  and only in that empty space
                   where I end and the rest of the world begins
                    in between each moment of time
                     where nothing could ever be
                      is the only me to find

    To reawaken once again with hope
      that today may be the greatest day
     that I have ever known or will know
       which has been for any or just for me
      free of lingering reach of past woe
        so indelible in its vivaciousness
       that is sets the mark for all days yet to come
         making them all point back to this one
        not with jealousy, envy, or resent
          but with pride, warmth, and joy
         of the greatest wish won or the best achievement done
           or simply the day that life was the most fun

      Live strong and long
       weak or fast, rich or poor
       with each day,
       new deeds must be done
       each moment be filled
       illusions of loss, truth won
       and being as yet undone

      Have you thought
        who is you
       have you learned
         this to be true
        that you are only
          that which you do

      Not that you are
        that which you could
       no matter how grand
         no matter how good
        only in the past
         if you did as you should

     Forever is now
       to be this or that
      but forever will pass
       at the drop of a hat
      and where you are now
        you may be left ever at

      Power wells deep within
        and on itself it feeds
       growing until it is strong enough
         to take from the world what it needs

      Without it there is no life
        without it all withers and dies
       but with it dreams are built
         on the foundations reality must supply

      Power drives us on
        to take from life our due
       but whatever that is or may be
         only we could know to be true

      Yet power yields, force meets force
        and even the strongest, swept away
       for what brings us brings also our ruin
         which we cannot forever keep at bay

       This will not be any longer
         these mistruths will not stand
        cries out the wronged or disgruntled
         that dare take their lives into their hands

       Destructive, dangerous
         discontentedness threatens us all
        would claim those who can only benefit
         from keeping change locked away behind walls

       Right or wrong, just or unjust
         the naysayers will soon see their day
        tear down prison walls, see old order swept away
          remaking anew what is thought to be true
         creating their own demons and injustices along the way

     To be or not to be
       'tis less of a question
         than to ever or never have been

     To do or to undo
       the many things you have done
         and make them naught and never when

     'Tis pointless to question
       whether to be at all to question
         for never without being would ever the question been

     Soon to be going home again
       soon to be at rest
         as the quest reaches its logical end

     Looking back upon new found friends
       I met upon my travels
         immeasurably saddened I shall not see again

     The road is a curious way to be
       touching upon others places
         momentarily theirs is yours and through them you see

     Traveling is to risk to fall deeply in love
       with moments you can't keep
         knowing these you can be with but never of

     Once home hopefully the joy of belonging
       will fill the emptiness I feel
         at having to commit to the past my unsettled longings

     The final coda, the last brushstroke,
       the sadness and joy the work is complete
         the pride and fear life art what fates await it

     As children, their fates are beyond control
       growing, living, and dying as best they can
         in the hearts of those who will embrace them or shun

     But to the creator only saddness
       when there is nothing left to create
      no grander project, no unwritten song
        to be but a patron, a spectator of what is to come
       and find life anew by breathing the works of others

     Where life leads
       is where I will go
      and not try to control
        what it will show
       as I lose myself
         into the flow

      Wherever it takes me
       making whatever I do
      I'll hope in my mind
        and in my heart too
       wherever it takes me
         will be whenever with you