I go out life troubles me
I come in lives trouble me
Surrounded, yet lonely
Alone and I find solace
Thinking, pondering, wondering, wandering
Right? Left?
I should listen to my thoughts
I could hear her speak – faint but firm
She seems to know more, better
Understand what I need
It is scary though
Finally,
A long look behind me
I take a deep breath of the air around me
Smiling at the infinite world unmined
Right or wrong whatever the prize
I spread my wings and fly.
DHESERT CHEQUER
