I walk slowly, mind heavy with thought.
The mines had been a waste of time? I contemplate.
Myriad choices struck my unemployed mind.
In this industry of fabrics, pomp and color that I now hug, whence breaketh I the first bread?
I push forth; my mind with renewed determination focuses,
Perhaps this is the frontier, that distressing line just before success?
That all dream of overcoming.
I shall remain steady for a kill.
On the border of my utopia, post teens indulge in reckless merry, but I reason, that’s not the path I’ll envy,
Is this not the type that sucks the soul out of its precious longings?
Is this not the one that ruthlessly engraves barrenness on the being and renders whittling in the sand beautiful?
I disagree with all these, I chose to endure at the finish line till light shines again upon my soul. Then I shall set off again at dawn.
27th July, 2012