
Free behind a Cowl
Miles he has come, Light years yet remain, Filling the aware traveller with disdain.| Standing at the branches, Is a luxury long gone, All that is ahead, Is the blank canvas of mourn. The reciprocity of life, The quid pro quo of the world, And change are the three truths he accepts, For he is free behind the lies. The irony has not gone amiss, … Continue reading Free behind a Cowl