What will become of you
As you begin that long journey
Towards the ever receding gate
Of promised dreams?
Alone, on an unmarked road
Flanked by life’s random visitors,
Speaking in strange languages,
Pulling you in, pushing you out.
Will quiet nights follow happy days
In that endearing living room of yours
Where your goodness shines
Through every little thing?
And will the smiling faces
On your walls and shelves
Urge you onwards
Or hold you back?
Shall you walk on lightly
Without hunger or thirst,
Thanking the Universe for love and kindness
Without fear of darkness?
Or will your steps be heavy
With regret and loneliness as friends,
Always wondering, always longing
Perhaps a song or sudden light
Will show a way to that place
Where love and thoughts
Are tender friends.
Or maybe a magical prayer
Will calm our troubled hearts
So anxious to love,
So afraid of strange places.