There seems to be some reason for these veils of uncertainty
Perhaps some cruel trick of fate, perhaps some golden destiny
To walk among the ones so loved shrouded as invisible
Expecting thoughtfulness the same, significant, indivisible

There seems to be some journey that requires motion out
Unknowing of the path to take at times consumed with doubt
This travel now becomes the only true stability to know
Expecting to identify a destination, a final point to go

There seems a home to find, a settlement of endless miles
Perhaps a hearth to welcome, perhaps some happy smiles
To climb so far as every turn seems learned out on my own
Expecting to discover soon the reason, to end this walk alone

Copyright Kkh 4/14/02