LABORING ON A MAN WITH A MISSION,
LIMITED ONLY BY HIS WANTING
GITTING CLOSE BUT NEVER REACHING
GOING ON THROUGHT HIS DAY SEARCHING,
SEARCHING FOR AND WIDE FRO WHAT IS MISSING
SLEDGING THROUGH STORMS OF LIGHTNING
HOLDING TRUE WITH PATIENCE EVERLASTING
HOPING AND WORKING IN THOUGHTS OF HIS MISSION
STOPPING FROM THE ENDLESS RUNNING
SO THAT OTHERS MIGHT NOT LIVE THERE LIFES FIGHTING
COTNINUING TO FIGHT WELL FILLING LIKE FLEEING
CAUGHT IN A BATTLE NEVER ENDING
BUT AT THE END THE END OF THE BITTER DAY BRINGING
BLISS IN A DREAM OF REACHING HIS MISSION
FINDING A SENSATION ONLY RIVALD BY FLYING
FIGHTING AS IF HE WERE FLOATING
IN A PERFECT SEASON OF BLOOMING
INSIDE A BUBBLE OF NOTHING
PROTECTED FROM WORK OF SOMETHING
PRACTICING AT THE ART OF PRECEIVING
AS IF EVERYTHIG WAS BUT A DREAMING
AWAKING TO YET AGAIN, AN INCOMPLEET MISSION
