Closer and faster to the beat of my anger,

I search for your anchor,

His time has come,

To set up camp,

The criss cross of life,

That brings a certain path,

The early chime,

Of ebullient grace,

The whistling sound,

It surrounds my soul,

Pick up the pace,

And walk down this path,

The fears and hopes,

I stagger around,

A mile a day,

A milestone met,

Love collides within my soul,

A feeling I've never fully experienced,

Of the beauty of the universe today,

The edge of trees fascinates me more,

The start to stop of this day,

Its ins and outs that gather much,

The high and lows makes one a martyr,

A pilgrim with no home,

It seems all there is,

Is a stride in purpose,

As life and work merge together,

This time and work seems alot,

In the glow of the dimmed lights,

I see a shadow of the future,

In a corner of many ideas,

The news spreads and opportunity rises,

Calmness and wind is in my ear,

The gentle breeze that laughs with me,

A new day with faith that ends in hope,

A reminder that life can move on past,

In the hollow wind that clears my head,

The background music that pumps me up,

As the dew clears and the light brightens,

A familiar feeling of want arises,