a man and his thoughts,
nothing for the world to know.
a man uses pleasantries,
but underneath he’s alone.
walking 10,000 miles on his journey back home,
a man need not tell you how his feet have groaned.
at the top of a rock bear witness to a sea of clouds.
a man sees clouds too,
but there is depth beneath his brow.
all that he could be.
but not for he.
this man thinks about you more than he thinks about he.
in trying moments he’ll be there,
if a man knows himself,
he need not squirrel nor devise.
open space is his outlet,
the wind carries his cries.
a man in the clouds.
more depth than you can see.
he’ll give you the world,
if he listens and believes.