January 2010
5 posts
the explorer
like an explorer,
making his way across a dense jungle
with his trusty machete in his hand
vaguely knowing where he is heading
along the way he faces obstacles
big small, short tall
little tree branches across the way
running creeks and gapping cliffs
arms swishing, chop-chop-chop
river wallowing, slightly drowning
leaps of faiths across valleys
he simply keeps on going
that’s...
wings
when i walk around,
when i roam about,
i dream of an imaginary pair of wings
growing from my back
when i dream of my wings,
i dream of flying high.
above the skyline
around the world
i may not be much
but i dream big
it’s all symbolized,
by the secret wings i keep