There is a crack in the side walk
I dare not step upon….walking around with superstition
The child-like rhymes keep me in suspicion
Such a little line makes me balk
The crack I follow to discover such Force
Fissure from trees whose roots issue forth
Burled and knarred like wretched fingers
Clawing their way with such convictions
They confirm my fears of versed in suspension
The crack opens wide revealing all doubts
Issued from the depths inside
I realize my soul is now opened wide
I am here…straddling the unfathomable chasm of self
I dare not to look down for I have just begun….unbound
I move forward knowing that I am unable to turn around
No room for doubt in this moment for I am amongst wolves
And may become consumed if I waiver in the pace
Wondering if it is dice or cards I have been Delt in this race
Tip toeing on dust and grit to grip
Dancing upon the precipice like the fool
Yet thrilled by the unknown…breaking all the rules
I continue to shift my step and gait
This road…though rocky… has its subtle charm
I…in my right mind would find cause for alarm
One eye on the future with an eye in the moment
Yet…the unknown beckons me for to go along for the ride
For the depths of my soul have a silence inside
There is a fork in the road
I have stretched beyond balance
But I am no longer a stranger to the path
2 + 2 = More…I can do the math
I Search for the feelings in this gamble
Walking up the down escalator…
I am my own procreator
Looking beyond…All that is known
Always looking beyond…instead of right beside
Seeking the truth of what encompasses me
A road map to know “which way is worth”
I question everything…even birth
My heart goes dim… the insistence to be…wavers
Wonder is replaced by the wanderer’s rage
As I see that I am just a part of the path and not the destination
Lingering and ripping through with tactile tongue of discordant relief
I open up to the down pour of sensation
I whispered …make me like a laughing child in the rain
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