Wild

At night I sit and turn my gaze above to endless points of light, the infinite that speak of past, of present, speak of love, transcending the small lives wherein we sit. Unknowing, focus we upon the trials our fleeting lives do bear, and yet we stay enmeshed in our accomplishments, the miles we claim to travel, all the while we weigh the value of existence by those roads - how far we’ve traveled, worthiness it gives to lives spent in pursuit of heavy loads for she who suffers most, most truly lives! But in releasing burdens, life is found so we may live above as on the ground.