Exodus
Sep 2, 2022
Yesterday, a part of me got on an airplane
in search of self, of meaning, of reason
I ventured into the waters of uncertainty certain of one thing;
nothing’s ever promised tomorrow
Today, a part of me resides in moving buses
catering to fellow travelers
I navigate these tedious roads worried about one thing;
nothing’s ever promised tomorrow
Tomorrow, a part of me will rest along the road
helping homesick people appreciate the breeze of travel
I will linger in rusty headstones reiterating one truth;
nothing’s ever promised tomorrow