Learning Why I Wander

I wonder why I wander

in this forest thick sans light

how the birds can fly above it all

peering down upon this “sight.”

What must they think of us below –

– this self-discovery mass –

who struggle dusk to dawn each day

to fly a life first class?

But I will not give up this path

dark or light, while restless

for awed discovery of things unknown

makes this wanderer breathless.

 

My Art 005

 

 

 

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