Though along on the journey I stopped on the way
Fields of relentlessness had grown in isolation
Yet my travel was one of certainty, painstaking, slow
At the end I’ll look back at when I found myself
Complementary colors-and fowl looming overhead-
I contemplated the earth between my finger and thumb
Old depressed soil worn with strife reflect a stranger
I remember everything except what I was
Keeping an air of personal musings
Ripping through time like a Christmas present
Still in belief life is a game I’m losing
In time the air enveloped the present
Weep not for the trace of an old shoe
What’s worn is worn and unfashionable today
The forgotten game is the fool’s runaway
Where challenges are not sought, but evaded
Errantly beguiled by forgotten touch
I quest forth to bring back resolve
Once lain traps and constructed walls
Now arrow points and musket balls
To fall into old roles plays me off right
Once a shadow unhinged from a contemplative heel
Now grows twice as fast in the afternoon
Never, never giving up on what is important of life
Dream like a child, these adult dreams
Settle for nothing less than the best
Sacrifice everything so that one day
A less bumpy road is in your wake
And when I look up and see time descending upon my heart
I’ll cast aside this limited reality
For a substitute of my own
Where past dejections and human shortcomings don’t reach
But where would I be now
If this life shaped me another way
Could I have this love
If this love couldn’t contain me
When you’ve walked so far
Everyone becomes a stranger
At last when broken and fallen
You welcome the abyss
Torn between le petit corporal and la soldato
Is a merriment for me to watch
One hand holds me back
The other pulls me so deeply in love with you.
Anywhere I go, I’ll meet you on the other side.