An ordinary man
in an ordinary land,
places his life in God's hand,
but does not have faith in God's hand...
Head hung low,
eyes to the ground,
his body sluggish and slow,
and a frown on his face,
as he walks to no particular destination.
The real journey in his mind
as he hopes to find the truth within a lie
hellos and hi's ignored and passed by
for he will not look up into their eyes
afraid he will find there yet another inprovable lie.
By mere chance,
his path takes him to the summit top
along the path of the setting sun
There, looking up for the first time in ages.
He views the sights that inspired the sages
as the sky becomes a quilt of technicolor
Part of him dies , and another is born
and from day to day he looks to the sky
admiring the wonders he now sees
for he no longer sees his feet