Each time I think I'm getting there,
I fold.
This pyramid of cards, my mind.
Cascading, one marvellous creation.
All achieving and pleasing to the woeful eye.
A passer by,
Excudes one promising sneeze.
It all crumbles.
My mindful collection.
Cards now dancing amoung dead leaves.
A sweet relief, I may get the chance again.
To rebuild this fractured home.
This temple, a lifetime of mending.
Maticullously tending to this suit of skin and water.
I remain faithful to myself,
A kin with moon and sun.
From these guides, I shall never turn.
These moulding muscles have worked too hard,
To risk a journey paved by broken glass.
This destination that I yearn I do not know.
Yet do not question,
A glimpse of hope or destination may quiet this restless soul.
A goal birthed of joy,
One thrilled by love and lesson.
This smile can meet and so kindly welcome any challenge.
A proud sailor of rowing wild,
Fluttering every flow of life.
One unending adventure,
Wandering aimlessly down roads of blossoming ecstacy,
To only climb hills so high I cannot bare.
I know in my very essence,
That one day I'll make it there.