Photo by Seph Lord-Wetherington

Where am I going?

What am I doing?

Does this mountain have a top?

If so how far off?

Is that a mirage?

Or hope and life camouflaged

A fiction of the imagination?

Or destiny making mockery of my constellation?


During clueless days like these, when your heart screams leave –

Walk a mile

Lie low for a while

An OKAY is great

This too shall abate.