Where To, Old Man

Where to, old man, with your weary stride Through the streets where shadows hide? Is it to the past you wander now Or chasing dreams that fled somehow? Your footsteps echo with tales untold Of battles fought and hearts grown cold Each wrinkle etched on your telling face Giving roadmaps of time, of life's embrace. Do you seek solace in the setting sun Or redemption for deeds undone? Is there still hope within your sorry soul Or has it slipped beyond your control? But onward you march, with stoic grace A silent witness to life's embrace For though your journey may seem unsure Your spirit burns with fires pure. So where to, old man, with your weary stride? Perhaps to find peace, or love, or pride But wherever your path may finally lead Know that your story is one we'll heed. ___*___ I lay so... seemingly far away from here Resting in the sleeping bag of my dreams. Wherever do I come from Going exactly where, I wonder. Chilled, wrapped in safety blankets of thoughts and memories known With mansions, many more waiting Through sleepy mind’s open door, ready to visit. “Release”.. I say “Release today’s sad soul’s connection Into bettter fancy flights”. ___*___ So off I go... Again into unknown, crazy enlightened places; Knowing well in the end... Yes in deeds, I will have only found my Self. Aspects in infinity's wrap of strange disturbances. Oh, so then, why challenge so balance's peace Why bother old safe dreams with new Does the river ever end Is the ocean that near? Silence surrounds me. ___*___ Ages have I camped in such strange places Home itself is now... just a figment of what? A greater picture perhaps…? Or, just a stamp on an unaddressed envelope... Waiting for the universe to give up it’s true address. Infinity’s chuckle rises into glorious laughter For the envelope has already reached home... it’s me.