Hopes abound we start a journey
Rampant notions tripping us often
Dust settling on our transparent being
Assumptions unsaid, Hurt unexpressed
Comes a fork often enough
Crossing paths with others different or same
Some lighten our load with a smile
Others kick up a storm cloud
Through it all feet keep moving
The world seems to enjoy its pace
We struggle for the gem of a cherished memory to keep
Or grapple for the elusive reason of happening
We break, we shatter and we reshape
Reinventing our glass armor
Till we come upon another mirage
Of all that is already the core of our own essence.
