High hopes as the high skies.

Do I have anything to reap

a fruit to taste

as I sit in the shade of a fig tree?

 

I wonder.

 

Do I have anything to gain

a sight to see

beyond the lilies 

and the cold lake 

into the gleaming forest across?

 

I wonder.

 

If I sleep here tonight

who will miss me?

who will make my very thoughts their own?

who will shun me?

 

Come now.

Don't shy away from your truth.