To sermonize.

I ride through my kingdom.
The spot i dub home.
It is to where i go,
my contrasting abode.
Where knowledge grows,
and flows through roads so narrow.
So distant from the paths normally roamed.
Past homes to strangers i term friends.
Up hills that stretch the determined mind
Down slopes that thrill the silent seekers,
while flirtatious birds fly shallow to the surface deeper-
Up and down through the turbulent breeze,
I often see children, swinging in the marshlands with foxes.
Cycling past fence posts and boxes.
Counting seperated lines,
with absract signs, that define my safety.
Uncertainty if crossed by the hastey.
But freedom to the one who sees nihility.
I wander about , turning and swerving.
Pressured to stop by the overwhelming feelings.
Yet the overlapping misty mountaintops beckon me forward.
So i continue to strive for my eventual destination.
Leaving behind the blind, the old and the sly men in suits,
Some lost in their concepts of time
and the constant brail.
It is so sad to see the ones who will fail.
If only i could provide a hint or a flint, to spark their lifes...
Worry not, the time will come when my home becomes their own.
When they can ride through my kingdom!
See through my eyes!
They can follow to a place where i teach and sermonize.
Leech the every word i speak,
but until then my life is not complete...
Let us begin the journey.
Can you see me now?

By Chris Holmberg.