Is a cage we build ourselves into
And then throw away the key
A train on tracks knows where it is going
And where it is not
But out the window
Life flashes by and flock of bright winged birds soars into an endless sky
The train knows where it’s going
How do I?
They tell you to look to the moment
If you want to know the future
What is done here
Will arrive there
By the inexorable suck and blow
Oceans of minutes spent
Creating a tide of time
That brings the pursuit of even the largest ship into shore
But where are we all going?
One foot after another
Burning fresh days
Like there is an endless supply
It’s all very important
And then we die
Photo taken of trees above my camp a few weekends ago.