The Journey
THE JOURNEY
We’ve got holes in our souls
where the wind blows right on through
Darkness is a pain but it’ll carry me and you
It beckons and cajoles while the earth is opened up
The sky’s like solid rock while life is shaky like a pup
We don’t know ‘bout that life line
Outside it’s founded in a hope
While some are into drinking - a lot are into dope
Chariots anchored in tomorrow might
Just as easy burn away
We might not even get there
and if we do what might we say?
Can we be thankful for the journey?
Further still where lies it’s worth?
Was it ascertained before hand?
Was it scripted for our birth?
Was it caught up in the sunrise?
Moving further off each day
Was it fashioned for the wind that blows
Once the storm has had it’s way?
Was the cull to frame the beauty which is resident in in love?
Wherein this question’s swallowed up
And grouped with the above.
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