» 02.06

DESPERATE PILGRIMAGE

I keep holding on

To everything and to everybody

Because the experience makes me think

That I am alive;

But the feeling of

The resultant dependence

Makes me think

That my soul is being deprived.

Waiting naked for the next shoe to drop

In a world I only imagine that I control,

I move quickly around my senses

And the rhyme and the rhythm that beckons

The raison d’etre and the human role

To help to close the book on one day,

To open it in the dark of another night,

To long for the touch of the world again

As I look like a beggar for the morning light.

Somewhere within, heaven cries its reason,

While I cry quietly amidst my inadequacy

And they both drive me to turn outside myself

To remind me of who I am and who I should be.

Socially acceptable is no longer the challenge;

Only comfortable in the spirit and the peace;

So from the confines of the construct of the journey

I must find my soul and its longing for release;

Or maybe this confusion is mere insanity

Wrestling with the courage to be and to create

One day too far gone in my desert search,

Another day for my pilgrimage too late.