In The Middle, In The Wilderness

In The Middle, In The Wilderness

A Poem by Footprints al carbon

About this life,
     I had nothing to do here.
Without this way,
     I'd have nothing to do here.
Within this time,
     I'm not what I do here.
Above these eyes,
     I'm only what I do here.

With every decision,
     I shape myself.
With every thought,
     I create myself.
With every belief,
     I make myself.
With every passion,
     I break myself.

Run! they say...
     go far and go fast!
Kneel, and pray...
     be humble and obey.
Serve, and seek...
     the answer exists;
Ha! You are all fools!
     The power enlists.

The mighty ant lifts more than it should,
     not on account of its will or its wants,
     but in service with skill and simplicity.
Stand before kings who expect you to kneel;
Bow before queens who take from your fill;

At then end of it all,
     at the end of the day,
     your life is just scenes,
     on a temporary way.

© 2017 Footprints al carbon


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Footprints al carbon
Footprints al carbon

Phoenix, AZ



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I'm a part time poet, usually during waking hours. An idea must be fed and put to bed in harmonic frequency as to the sun moving about the sky. Poetry is exhausting so burn clean my peoples. more..

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