mikequigley

The softness that is under foot allows us to cherish the path that lies ahead
Tread carefully on the due of the new day, time to forget the path already trod
Which road counts as we travel by?

Fields of gold shine like the blackness of the swollen night
The colour spits and reflects the gold of darkness on the sum of mind

Society continues to fail her; ineffective SERVICES betray her
No help for her in gaining freedom from her captive mind
There is no release from this mental cage

My feet walk on millions of years, hard as it maybe, soft on impact

Fine White boulders lay on land and in sea, minute to me, another gain in the earth’s time

Mother plant protecting it fetus during gestation passing nutrition without question
Life’s duty without favour as only the matriarch can perform