The Garden of Bliss

Wading listlessly
thru’ the smog of suffering
weary yet restless steps
towards some unknown destination
stumbles midway
with no sky in sight
nor ground… under the feet
Destiny waiting in wings
watches anxiously
with motherly concern
my each faltering steps
sure to find their ground
some day
I could only hope
she’d be right
I could follow her
to the end of the world
Destiny’s still beckoning me…
Destiny’s still waiting for me…
gotta walk…!
another step…
yet another step!!!
day by day
thru’ the smog of suffering
to rest in the garden of bliss…