I’m going away for a while
When I am back anxiety will be erased from my brow
But it may just be a front
That crashes into the tired old matrix of wondering
With but an ounce to go on
While those wonderings keep finding ends
I was not ordered to be tired
With no trust in a horizon’s continuation into depth
The sound echoes words of the daily
The drab that births beauty and the earthiness that is endless
Deeper than the surface does truth murmur
With roots tied around my soul I struggle to breathe
Not because there is no air
But there seems to be too much to take in with confidence
So when I go I’ll figure it out
On the way of pursuit where blazes mark the vastness
