The world we live in,
Drowning.
But floating among the surface edge
We are but wings
That sing
Freedom bringing
New songs
Along
The way
Of this path
The beaut;y seen in the solid, dry ground
It makes so much sound without making a beat
You can trace
then
Repeat
The footsteps
Of ghost
That have walked these paths before
Have had no shelter
No more
They are the ones that are
Unknown--JMM
