we gaze across
the knowing sky
casting our laments
sighing our worries
sick of our fears
we pretend
that the shadows
won't find us
and chase away
this glimmer of faith
we hide
behind makeshift hope
trying to let
the moment linger
just trying
to hold on
to one passing second
we crave
for at least one word
one touch of comfort
one piece of wisdom
the breaths are shallow
their eyes are questions
and still,
we can only gaze
across the sky
desperate
not knowing
what answers
to give
ourselves
His priorities for a rich and contented life were friendship, freedom, the pleasures of an examined life, and enough food and shelter to keep body and soul together. (on Epicurus, fourth century BC)
