The Walk

How do we go
Scurrying our way
Mumbling and groaning
On the walk

Hating and loathing
What we see
How do we go
This same old way

Not just today
But every day
With no end in sight
And no change on the way

How do we go
When the light we see
And impossibilities
Are why we’re here

Mumbling and complaining
Repeating and waiting
Waiting for something
When its already here

Love is around us
And not from them
But from it
It, the dirt you were born in

Embracing us wholly
Wholly embracing
Until it does again
After the walk