Soon
I will depart from your presence, the existence of my being
with the breath in me still left, I will walk barefoot, clear in mind
and a spirit dancing, awaiting to traverse onto the next journey
that shall follows the way and path of the universe(s)
the error of my way is; in expectations of people whose eyes view
me and judge, adversely, as to who I am, loving me for my hearts’
true intentions, and beating in sync when my tears flow, thinking
theirs too, would mirror my empathy to all that is ‘life’
