because when i feel like somebody
i turn out to be a
disaster. maybe i've lost faith
in the world
or maybe it lost
somewhere far upon the mountains
where i'm hacking away at the snow
looking for hope beneath the chiseled
praying for a way out when the ocean
reflects the sky
and the sky
reflects emotions into me
and somewhere above the spreading
horizon, our slow motion dreams
tickle time's feet
enough to stop for a while
and let us discover ourselves.