got any dreams that flow through your eyes,
your hands and your your heart and your whispers and sighs?
got any ways that you’ve long yearned to go
so that you pass the borders of all that you know?
do you have streams where your consciousness reels,
and the woods and the rocks are your court of appeals
for the worn accusations that tear into skin,
and leave you defeated before you begin?
got any reasons for why you stay stuck?
are you up on events, but still down on your luck?
are your fears very few, or someplace out past plenty,
and when friends need hope, have you lately got any?