It reminded me of a glass floor.
Where the walk was careful and
steps were applied lightly. There was a
common passageway of knowledge.
Absent of detours. A place where
the brave refuse to rest, like
unbroken thoughts of youth; deep
breathes full of life’s long roads.
Boundaries refrained from become reduced,
yielding to the height we attain within us.
It’s a fire defiant of water.
A desert surviving without rain.
The next dream where desire comes from.
It’s a walk only a few attempt,
and less is the number that will own it
forever.
Roger Singer 