Walls come down as we spin around,
From east to west we hit the ground.
Lights dim and silence takes their place,
Sliding into remnants of grace.
Longing for more time and more clues,
Yet returning to the fray with sunken eyes.
Rest is brief and always unsatisfying,
Always awaiting the next sojourn.
Messages come and go,
Unclear yet concise.
Knowing the path is never the issue,
It is the faith and the will to follow it.
Failure would seem inevitable,
Yet if the lesson is learned, what failed.
Trudge on as the great fire passes,
The stars will find you soon enough.