The bells ring and call me forward into today.
Where it is I am going?
What ever is it that I am doing?
Unfulfilled...
Motion after motion and yet the whisper stays.
This voice of longing I can almost hear.
Telling me of more and less...
Of joy and sorrow...
Yet without a guide I wander lost.
Or so it seems...
But truly am I lost or just shuffled once again to where I need to be.
The unfulfillment of the now is called into question by my hope.
In all that I have built and all that I have loved.
And so I hear the voice and laugh into the wind...
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