And This, Too, Shall Pass Away

The state of man: inconstancy, boredom, anxiety. - Blaise Pascal

There are days
I feel I am
far too familiar
with simply existing
and too much a stranger to life.

And there are nights
I wake and
cannot wait
another minute for the day.

Then there are times
it seems this road
I'm on goes
on and on forever;
    never ends...
    never ends...

But though the journey
continues as if here it were everlasting
walking with my head bowed low,
    I know better.

Next poem: Cry of the Wounded Hunter

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part IV: Timeless Truths