So many choices. Are there?
Can we live just anywhere?
Or must we share the hidden fear
Of those who made us travel here?
Is there a place for my own dream
Among the billions that’s been schemed?
And could it be my saving grace
To lift me from this darkened place?
Or is the thing a fantasy
A moment’s use then thrown away?
Rise above and steal a gaze
Back into forgotten days
What sees the musing face
The moments so displaced?
The hope of children
Lost of the pilgrim
Who went his way
To grasp his fate
‘Til the day