Where Shall I Go
Foul air is all around me,
Falling rocks are my daily concern and
Stagnant water is my evening refreshment.
The wilderness is where my spirit resides,
Dry land is where my soul wanders and
On a lost hillside my heart tries to reason.
What do I say?
Where shall I go?
Knowing full well
That my destination is
A dead-end trail ...
© François DulaPay

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