A BETTER PLACE

Anxiously strutting around the day's merry maze
while pasting plastic happy face stickers upon the forehead
and calling it the fruit of contentment's smile
that is a contrived and smothering mask
to hide the withered veins of light barely pulsing the heart.

Tender tails thus teach through their reviving dreams,
spoken in stanzas rich with faith and wish,
which guide towards some pit stop of greater promise,
we pray shall mint a perfect tomorrow.

Still, the mind's eye see by drought and desert
each step does constantly proceed,
leaving secrets in their passing prints,
along with a trail of memories
swallowed by the drifting dunes of time.

At the crossroads of character
one path of choice points towards the catacombs of regret,
the other, less traveled, follows the stones to expectancy's grocery store.

Feeding the soul truly begins with the bread of resilient hope
when it fuels the the heart with inspiration's nutrients,
nourishing it to never stop reaching and believing
till tomorrow becomes a river of our existence
traveled by a sailboat vision
always carrying a compass
searching for,
a better place.