Angry Person

Big City

Hills in the Desert

What's Brought Me Here

Know well that, what's
Brought you here;
So you know when
It does appear
Before your eyes;
You must not walk away
ignorant, and then
Come running back
The very next day
To find out that
Its no longer there

Walking Along

Dusty fields and weathered hills
And forests you once chanced upon
Silent towns and empty streets
And memories of days bygone

All the mountains that you climbed
And all the things you tried in vain
All the kind words and the taunts
That now bring neither joy nor pain

You walk on for a better reason
Wiser now with better sense
And the past is cast away
Into the darkness of distance