Pitty patter our goings and comings
We are products of our own doing
Consequences, results eventualities
The ponderings of my mind

What pray tell do we chase
Is is the wind which is here now and gone on its way
Is it the fading sun sinking in the horizon
Is it the tangles in the clothes ironed away in one simple touch

I have imagined a life different from this
This which is shrouded in doubt and uncertainties
And hidden in places i dare not reach out
Yet hope like a candle illuminates my way
Showing me without gestures the path to follow
And opening crevices where thoughts were long buried
And i hear from a distance ‘i got you’