that flew swift, unfettered
in a stream of crystal eternally
towards the ocean's infinity?
Where is that song
that rang clear, unabashed
clad in naked innocence
setting flight to notes of truth?
Where have I come
in my own countless journeys
that my bare feet
are stranger to their beloved land?
They built a dam over the river, to keep her in bounds..
ReplyDeleteThe song was made fit for a crowd and lost itself in endless repetition;
And the feet..being weary of the endless journeys, cannot recognise their land...