A Restless Soul
To tread the path beneath
A restless soul upon this earth
Searching, listening ever alert
To find new vistas and thoughts
The four walls a cage that consumes
The fire within
Designed to burn in ecstasy
At the magnificence of this world
No fire breaks of deadening routine
To block this furnace of the soul
The wind whipping it along
Seeking fresh fuel to speed its progress
Never content to be indoors
A captive of the box
We gild, decorate and own
Not realising all this, owns us
There is a hunger here
That is not about possessions
To have, to lose, to gloat
The void cannot be filled
No trinket, no clothes or food or drink
No designer palace, or wide screen TV
No youtube video or TV series or person
Can fill the cavity, rotting within
You heart longs for a the pad of feet
Outside beating a age old rhythm
Of fresh air against skin
The reassuring resistance of the ground
Soon we will rest beneath this soil
Time for stillness, when encased
In our wooden armour
Riveted in place
our meagre portion of time gone
To act, a call to arms
to implement change, a hope of life
so I pound these pavements
searching progress, fighting stagnation
Some moments you die for
a glimpse of the beauty without
resonating with the longing within
filling that space with aching joy
To act, a call to arms
to implement change, a hope of life
so I pound these pavements
searching progress, fighting stagnation
Some moments you die for
a glimpse of the beauty without
resonating with the longing within
filling that space with aching joy
