Passion

Can carry us

When the legs fall

Limp

When the eyes

Begin

To feel heavy

With weariness

Passion

Can push us

Through

A focus

On the inward

Creates an egocentric

Review

By the hands that do

Not exist

Rather are calculated

From this

In the early hours

Of an Indiana morning

You can see the deer sun

Rising in the east

Over the fog of the

Mourning fields

In a hopeful gaze

I contemplate the day

Add the math

Subtract the emotion

What will be will be

No matter where

Our notion

Of what lies ahead

Lively cellars

In the days ahead

As the masses

Return to the streets

To eat

And drink

Happy faces

But for what

I am not certain

But the cellars are lively

That’s going on

Behind the curtain

Tangible hopes

Tangible fears

Tangible knowledge

Has reached my ears

A guiltless endeavor

Has taken me over

To take a new direction

Of one path

Left at the intersection

Where to go

I am not sure

But to more forward

For sure

A common strategy

Is heard

In the capital corridor

A plan to renew

Confusion

Again

Nothing new

What can give