Whereigonext

I do so wonder where I’d go, tomorrow Bumping into walls in the dark or over horizons that journey long from the crawl as a babe to my dusty shoes that show time passed I’ve kicked the can and awakened anew Cried from Deaths joke upon ideals of forever And yet I can say of creation, Love was the breath That gave life to my soul as I fished from the banks of Rivers I’d crossed and never starved from love, nor hunger Where do I go next, I’d hope forever, satisfied.