I have always been
two steps after tomorrow
dreaming of some new glory.
Ahead of myself with desire
and taking everything with me as I go
never leaving even the crustiest shell behind.
I trudge along with my burdens.
What is to become of me? I don’t know.
Letting go of life each moment I gather it in.
Returning to its source,
a deeper energy
breathes a sigh of relief.
Copyright © 2002 Dennis Janke • All rights reserved.
