#vicissitude
Without father, without mother,
I grew up, running wild and free.
Mountains I conquered, cities I build;
In a strange land, I've now arrived.
Your light was brighter than the sun,
Your hushed whispers, overwhelmed the Sirens.
I'm tempted, I followed and I fell;
In a strange land, I'm now enslaved.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Morning—
Each person
is trying to say:
"I'm here."
—in his or her
own unique
impetuous way.
But please remember
to leave your
handprint
on a wall
and check on it
30,000
years later.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC