poetry

To turn another page.

In your humanity, the wastes you've cultivated have grown patches of dry discontent and faltering satisfaction from poorly managed wellsprings of natural life, perverted in substance, years of neglect, yet you still and steel your sand-coated soles to journey your lonesome domain with salvation's goal firm on the horizon.

I hate loving it.

Keeps the world alive.

Still, it'd be just one, One crack.

Change the world.

Stare it right in the eyes. See yourself. Smile. What's it going to do?

If one day, One steps forward left, instead of right. What do they learn? For left was always 'wrong', As they always tread right. Yet they run, with joy alight, Following both paths. A world newly opened.

A journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step. Yet ever in the shadow of that step. An odyssey has been fulfilled.