We are world travelers
If even on a short jaunt into empty space
We are moving it
Shaking it out,
Each step we take on the journey
Going to where the stars lead
Besides the water that soothes
Searching for the pieces lost
Somewhere along the way.
We are anomalies of ourselves
A portrait painted by imagination
Fed on the fuel of what is given
And we starve at times,
Cleansing by choice the poisons,
The toxins built up of hate and madness
And we pray for the right choices to lead
Knowing really there is only one voice,
The gift given lying within,
Trickling out on ears that tune out
That which is pleading to be heard,
Yet to hear means change
And the emptiness has become a part of us,
Woven into the fibers
Packed into satchels
For the journey to another day.