I open my eyes and dwell upon the sunrise

For one last time I absorb what I used to adore

As the morning awakes I wipe the sleep from my mistakes

The dust has collected a lot thicker than last time

This only makes getting up that much harder

But being stagnant never progresses anything important

Comfort in the mundane retains everything familiar in chains

I hesitate yet have no reason any longer to wait

The approaching chill will overtake me if I stay still

Spending all this time in one place feels quite foolish

But was all this imperative to build yet one more layer to my soul?

Another coat to help keep me warm in times the sun does not shine?

There is a horizon ahead our sun is meeting up with

My imagination wonders what they are going to converse about

There is only one way to find out

It all begins by placing one foot in front of the other

Then never looking back and keeping on the right track

No time to waste, it’s never too late, I’m on my way

Please don’t feel sorry or sad, I am actually glad

For this is the life I have gotten used to, being a nomad

Foreverism 11/25/07