The coffee bitter
May lend vigor
As your need beckons
With cast iron eyelids.
The aching blistered feet
May still travel
As your destination croons
“Come hither.”
The convoluted spine
May still bare some burden
As I trudge the road
Trodden by many before me.
I can see their faith rewarded
In the footprints on the path,
So many that I follow
But none that do return.
Now this knotted mind
Will journey on and surrender,
The rebels in my heart
Will lay down arms
And all past harms
Working backwards
Will stitch themselves.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 