We are a travelers moving along
a web of time within the mist we call
We see with light given from somewhere,
outside, within, in-between, seldom seen
We make decisions;
where to go, how to get there,
what to think and feel;
assuming truths, affirming movement
we’re not sure of, through space most often
Life is like that; crossroads, turnings here or there,
seconds late determining fate,
returns returned again and once again
returning, to differing paths we navigate,
endless toil, obliteration, sensory pleasures,
death, fulfillment or broken hearts,
(to learn or not to learn (that is the question … !?)),
wandering paths through space
unknown, face to face with
those we think we love?
We want to love but,
is it love we crave more than
the ones we may or may not love? For, don’t we give love to those we may not love at all?
We drag through murky spaces, love’s truths obscured, half known half not knowing, unknowable, self importance, interfering combat, crackling static, white noise, huge space separating single spaces, seldom crystal clear.
We take our chances. We make our choices.
We fill our lives with dreams? Or are they fantasies?
We self induce our misery. We thrive on living pain.
And who’s to blame?