The wheels have been
rolling and rolling for so long now.
I have been riding, thirsty
and tired; looking for my home.
The dust stuffing my
nose, prickly heat piercing the skin
Hot wind burning my
face, I gasp as if stuck in a tomb
As I take the uphill
blind turn; the old engine rumbling on,
Knees urging to move,
a muscle keeps twitching in tension.
I smirk at a flock of
birds, following their leader with discipline
Flapping away their wings;
unaware of their own destination.
The sight of my ideal
home flashes in front of drooping eyes
Ocean blue sky,
cotton cloud; Grass like wet parakeets shining;
Spring fresh as the dews,
sweet air whispering in my ears;
I want to rest there,
where the sun rays kiss me good morning.
A fork road! I slow
down, the engine and I grumble in agony;
Options, criterions, and
evaluations nothing help me decide.
I look up at Him and
move on; lost like the flock I smirked at;
The old engine mocks me
as the uncertainty strangles the ride.
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