Before you came it was like the day had started off without the sun;
He droops along, boots wading
in the downpours’ pools,
slides, falls, but rises again;
Hourly chores to meet. Continue reading “A herdsboy’s life”
All are random jigs in a puzzle.
They fit, in coherence unknown to the world.
The jigs in a puzzle will fit.
∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴
You are filling your jig pieces bit by bit, and soon your puzzle ’ll be done.
You won’t be in this rust ruts anymore; see the odds are against you but you’ve to challenge yourself because you need to live your dream.
This is the vision.