maybe crawling to oblivion
was not the best idea
as dreams come
others go
yet so much is still the same
the space between us
it has not changed
the solidity that I had
in my resolution
while it wavers
is no more moved
than rocks buried in the earth
if I dug
so deep down, within my own self
I would find little more
than that I carry in the back of my mind
a little colder it might be
but oh the sun, would not touch such
for light brings much to sight
as much as time brings wisdom and understanding
to the back pocket of tomorrows toil
oh wanderer! that you would find peace
and that you would still journey
what more is beyond the hill
that would change a stone mind