What will you hold on to
The items in your pack
The coins in your pocket
The thoughts, the memories
A responsibility to serve
How will this fit together
Like a mother and her purse
Like a bus route to work
Like the apples balancing in the store
And I touch you for readiness
The things we observe
We ask, what is the purpose
Or a seeking for answers
But direction is more of a feeling
A sense of things to come
Advertisement
