Is it the anticipation
of elevation
when making our way to a destination
unknown?
Searching for our throne
upon which to bemoan
all the ways we are thrown
by life’s confusion
Is it an illusion
or an allusion
thinking there is a conclusion
to the list of things to fear
In what sphere
do we find the gear
and a way to pioneer
through sinkholes of the mind
Surely we can find
somewhere among the mines
a way to climb above the grime
and connect to something more
It feels like a chore
running to meet the shore
hoping to avoid the norm
of relying solely on the head
It’s not that it’s dead
just want something else instead
trying to change the trend
and lead from another place
Something not bound by time and space
where possibilities proliferate
outside the gates
of the known confines
Into the heart’s rhyme
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