I look to the sky and I wonder,
I look to the earth and I think.
What is this all about?
Why does change feel inevitable?
Yet why does it never really come?
I find myself currently floating in limbo,
Wondering what is to come?
Wondering where have I been?
Why does everything seem to be a question?
Yet all I feel is the urge to make a statement.
I want to tell stories.
I want to make images.
I want to see the far corners of the world.
I want to know people that often go unnoticed.
But what is this all about?
Where does this all lead?
And where do I fit into it all?
What is my role out here in this ever changing land
And why do I find myself still floating,
Hovering above the certain truth?
Reclamation is often more difficult than the initial discovery.
It is different than when the awe first struck.
Now there is just a sense of knowing,
Of knowing that there is still more to know.


Comments: 4
Thanks Shannon, I am glad that someone knows where I am comming from in this stream of concious rant. Even if you are about as "seriously confused" as I am!