When did we
as a world 
become but hens
pecking at crumbs 
left by others 
to do little 
else but lead
my eyes are
not glued to 
the ground but 
rather the sky
for I’d rather 
soar with dreams 

My mind 
has finally 
grabbed the 
wings of
my heart 
both have 
taken flight 
to catch 
up to 
my soul 
and this 
is why 

The shift
from attention 
to care
is akin
from attendance 
to dare
for being 
too attentive 
and attached 
lays bare
its repair

There is nothing 
if not this 
for this is
all I’ve ever 
wanted and never 
did I expect 
it after everything 
for this empty 
is the reason 
why I’m full 

It’s not 
hopes fault
never been 
she’s always 
been kind
but time 
that’s turned 
once vine
into wine 
by crushing 
so goes
the little 
life of 
the grape