spirit

four in the morning
when the night comes out to play.
and i’m invited.

an expanse of time
can be filled with nothingness.
empty hands and lives.

up the hill straining
downhill nothing remaining.
fear keeps on gaining.

wrapped in a warm day
full with the hope of future
gains that must come true.

into the jungle.
swinging from vines like tarzan.
a planet of apes.

they said to go west
but i headed to the east.
towards the center.