Walking

Past the desert tower of solitude I have began a path to a strange new land.

Each step counting towards a destination which origins remain a mystery to me.

My faithful hounds follow my lead. They keep up, they break the silence.

Together we walk.

A burning moon disencourages our efforts, starless skies have always been the toughest.

Maybe I should wait for the cover of darkness... the cool breeze followed by the chilled embrace of the night.

I'll figure this one out soon.

For too many miles lie still to be walked.

Lie still to be journeyed.

And Here We Are Expectations

Never did ever a rabbit thought:
What fun what fun to waiger on!

For I am far from plans and goals.
The mind, the mind,  what joy.

Expectations die.

What else can you do, but enter.
Sweet, umpredictable and truth.

You follow, rabbit, you follow. Seek no further - just light around the path.

New expectations rise.

Others need pass. Way past the fight, down, lostway bound, but safe.

Yes, forget you can always be found.
Recall those words. Recall those words.

Take my ink away, take my soul.
As blood fails drive me.

And words just verses arouse.
A way around of this to find.

You can always be found.
Let them be found.
I am already taken.
Already lost.