_Surrendered, Not Lost_

Drive By Sunrise

How does one separate,

Like dew from morning rays,

How,

Does one become singular,

When all about

Is many eyes

Many ways

Many things that perplex and change.

How,

Does one find space

For breath,

For thought,

When all days,

Are of rushing cars

And daily hours drained,

By month of working to pay bills.

How,

Does one find peace,

Among the wilderness of men

The immortality of flesh

The poison of the inverse.

Where,

Does one find consistency,

Purpose.

Among the toils of temptation

The constant

Eradication of family

And moral orientation.

Where does one find love

Though surrounded by much

And many,

For even among running waters,

A drive away from foods and drinks

Events and friends,

There still lies, an emptiness.

But so I was told,

Look beyond

The bones of man.

Listen,

For the whisper

Of who cannot be seen.

Lift your words in gratitude

And you shall find,

What you surrendered

In death.

Of your youth.