In life we travel far and wide,
but, inside ourselves we tend to hide.
Often veering beaten path,
succumbing to, unsavory wrath.
Untrue axis, around, among us,
Hope's internal, we own a compass.
Stumbling as, we trip and fall,
needing balance, we tend to call.
Found surrounded, by ragged layers
Reach within, to heed it's prayers.
©~Outdoors2 29/Sept/07
