I searched the sky, my wandering eye.

A glance that could not be forestalled.

What was I searching for?

A chance to sail,

To flee beyond my chained existence.

 

The puffs of clouds rode the wind,

And beckoned me to upward come.

But too afraid to rise and soar,

I stood trembling upon the floor.

Yes the dark dank dirty floor.

 

Whispers in my ear tell me.

Silence momentarily fleeting,

in search of times of quiet relax,

When only cares of contentment do beckon near,

And my soul is at rest.

My soul is at peace.

 

Lead on then noble warrior.

Where ever your daily tasks may lead.

For over the next hill the sun shines brighter,

The winds blow clearer,

And the clouds they roll along.