I walk the same path
wearing a hole through the green grass
down to the red dirt below.
things will never change
so long as I remain the same.
And the start and the end are a similar place
with a little less honor and a little less grace
than I had at first.
I walk the same way
as I have since the day
I learned to walk.
And idle thoughts and idle talk
fill up precious time under sunny skies,
and I notice the wrinkles I have around my eyes
that were never there before.
All the words said
and the ones kept in my head
won’t slow things down
or tell me where action can be found
bursting at the seams under the sun.
Or call to mind what I remember was done
when no trace can be found.
The heart keeps on beating
and constantly reaching
for something worth holding on to,
Something worth going through the things we go through.
And at least hope is alive and trying
and working to save those already dying
and making it all as beautiful as it can be.