High hopes as the high skies.
Do I have anything to reap
a fruit to taste
as I sit in the shade of a fig tree?
I wonder.
Do I have anything to gain
a sight to see
beyond the lilies
and the cold lake
into the gleaming forest across?
I wonder.
If I sleep here tonight
who will miss me?
who will make my very thoughts their own?
who will shun me?
Come now.
Don’t shy away from your truth.
