Hawthorne, CA, Los Angeles
Entrained in streams of memories,
I know a message waits for me:
Some meaning in the voyage gone
I cannot put my finger on.
Does life just lead us on to die,
Without a clue or reason why
We struggle so, without surcease,
For joy and wealth and love and peace?
It should be easier, somehow,
To cross the bridge to here and now.
Are dying embers all we get
Of fires, once so brightly lit?
Where are the lessons in this stew?
Must I learn each one anew?
Step off this cliff without my brain
To find the ground is hard, again?
The dream has come and gone once more;
The answer won and lost, therefore.
Begins this day of truth patrol
To apprehend, but never hold.