It's pulling at my feet,
It's nagging at my soul,
My eyes have grown tired of these sights
My body is growing older
My mind is wiser
but my feet are stuck
I love the surroundings
but hate where I sit
There is a hope
a change
But my eyes are too foggy
the sky is overcast
and the sun is setting.
Just one more night
and earth keeps turning
and I will see the sun.
Not through the smog
but peeking over the mountain tops
bright and crisp.
And when this day comes and I can clearly view my breath
The features around me will change
Some will sing
and some will rearrange themselves
away from me
but know that I have sought truth and found peace.
I know the beginning of love and the end of hate.
and I am imagining life
and I am dreaming new dreams
and now in this moment I live.