The road it stretches, endless
Eyes to horizon, left right left
The faces of the many
Still blinded gaze is cast, bereft
So keen and clever-minded
I too, alone, count myself deft
Affixed on greener pastures
Move steadfast on, grieve not what’s left
The voices they cry out
The love they’ll share, devout
Their hearts will they pour out
To lands parched e’er in drought
The sky it rises upward
Nose to the grindstone, *** for tat
Words fall from lips affirming
This fractured vessel crumbling fast
Old bones a wake comprising
Who knows their names, or cares at that
Enthralled they line up, willing
They know they’re here, but not to last
The lessons they prefer
The habits they can’t cure
Their airs it will obscure
In molds built to endure
If only ears could take in
The utterings of pain and bliss
If only eyes envisioned
A soul beneath this frail surface
If only time was for us
And every day was meant for this
If only change came willing
To we who thwart true happiness
The brave might lead the blind
The strong might hear their cries
Their truth might reconcile
We all might heal in time
This was written as a musing (my interpretation) on the song No Surprise for Grieve the Astronaut.