When that clarity in mind calls

We always do seem to know

For whenever we trip, we fall

Might we now await a new goal?

–

Easy isn’t it to understand

That every waking day is a sign

Without a common place to land

Our inherent passions will resign

–

There, desire is to continue forward

We cannot decide just how fortune

Allows incidence of time to bend t’ward

Heartache thrives in a shadowed new moon.

–

Give me a sign that our day’s purpose lies

Ahead long enough to hide this quiet disguise.