Flying overhead, I survey the landscape
not attached to outcomes, yet I know I will have to land
some places are on fire, some are under water
some are calm and quiet.
where can I be the most helpful?
where can I do the best work?
trees may obscure the view and
the ocean covers the ocean bed
there is always the dying, there are always the dead
my wings are getting tired, but I cannot decide
Spirit is still invisible, and it feels in vain that I tried
whatever I avoid will find me someday
There is no reason to hide
following the waves on the calmest shore
in and out with the tide
giving up and giving in
since these choices still keep me stuck
and hoping for the best of luck
