Portal: Endless Endeavors - Cynic

I have long been fashioning

An inner world of obstacles

Between thee and me

Shuttered huts of discouragement

Barbed wire fences of habit

Stone walls of indifference

Mountains of indolence

And oceans of unfaithfulness

I’ll plant a seed beneath my feet

Someday

And breathe into it energy

Someday

I’ll firm its' soil with a dance

And pray the sky will shine its' lamp

I’ll water it with heartfelt love and

Someday, I’ll awake…

I’ll pack a bag beneath the stars

When someday comes

And grip it when the missiles charge

When someday comes

I’ll tend to it with utmost care

And open it when I can share

A slavery to its' perfection

Someday, I’ll awake…

I’ll cry because I have the faith

That man can change his ugly ways

I’ll throwaway the bag and seed

For no one owns what we all need

I’ll begin, without, within

Searching, seeking, seeing

Endless endeavor