Land of Our Own

We make our way across the street,

Not acknowledging the people we meet.

We pass through a town or city,

Not caring for a frown or pity.

We make our way without knowing,

Not knowing where we're going.

We pass through many places,

Rarely looking at any faces.

We make our way to a land unknown,

Hoping to find a land of our own.

Author's Note

We is whoever would like to be.

Reviews

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

Beautiful, very much so. Again youre blowing me away with those rhymes, and you are still maintaining substance, Im jealous.