What becomes of those
too weary to wander
too daunted to dare
Souls who don’t roam
Wills that fall timid
Joy loses its compass
idle time goes astray
Melancholy points the way
Seize the fleeting pulse
before gone it goes
c.b. 2011
What becomes of those
too weary to wander
too daunted to dare
Souls who don’t roam
Wills that fall timid
Joy loses its compass
idle time goes astray
Melancholy points the way
Seize the fleeting pulse
before gone it goes
c.b. 2011