Written by: f kelling

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.