a fools errand

A fools errand I run

Chasing down possibilities

Wondering through your maybes and mysteries

To break all the way through to

nothing changed and nothing new

in every moonlight its still me and you

and we both still have so much thinking waiting, wanting, and feeling to do

Sisyphus’ task has become my own

So I put shoulder and back into the stone

Pushing this rock into its’ place

Some kind of foundation in my life must be set

And god knows everyone's expectations must be met

And although my decision to stay, I may soon regret

For now and for good and for that instant of grace, I cannot forget

And so I struggle on

Jesters hat in hand

no coward’s soul is mine

but no Persephone either, she has gone on her own will

not captured, but accompliced, every action meant to distill

which destiny she knows her heart must fulfill

so I stand still, and I struggle to push this rock uphill

and I wait for the moment of clarity

when you know what your life is meant to be

when your heart unfettered returns to me

chaste, without doubt or fear

the love you want will hold you dear

breaking this bewildering earthly veneer

and at last my love your visage clear

Until then… I am standing still

Pushing this rock up hill