Aimless Ambling

The true heart of all falls as it will But to rise and fly the heart must be fed and its fuel is jet The soul does not fly from peak to peak But, in the last instant catches despair unaware and soars catches life by the tail and on its strings dives and soars at the whim of the winds.

Everyone has two eyes One half closed dreaming the possible future The other, forever staring back with regret I’ve gouged out that backward eye And in its place a new one grew short sighted dwelling only on now.