Rootless

No Land Could Hold Me

Times in silence felt unsettling;

I disguised it as loneliness

The memories of my muertos claimed

my peace

my selfishness fought to let them go.

From dark obscure sombers

I rose

one by one

they were gone

Death upheld its claim

none remained

Others left playing their own game

A striking light appeared

showing my strength

without fear

Justice was near

Everything I sought

was right inside me

I thought I lost it

in my many travels

No roots

I ever claimed

for rootless

is how I wish to remain

Free against the current

I shall fly

it is the only way

to rise

While others search for enlightenment

it was granted to me

The world is far too vast

no land could ever hold me

Like a leaf blown by the wind

I rise

I land

in places I want to see

but have never been

One by one

I have come to know them

In memory of those who left before me

I learned time

is not granted

The rising beat of the sun

I cherish

the humming of the earth

my waking clock

I rise with it

at night it lulls me

When dreamland finally arrives

I astral travel

I dream

of flying

even when I sleep.

Such is the eagerness

of freedom

within me

I was caged once

perhaps twice

until I realized

wings

were made

to fly.

“The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly”. —Nietzsche