Too Late
TOO LATE
I am enough
though blindness hides
distorts reality
‘Til I am lost
illusions deep
imagining a need
Where once I slept
on cushioned cloud
sweetened by the sun
I longed for yonder
journeys wild
valleys thickly treed
Too late I saw
I’d lost my way
a pristine river free
And all I had
beneath my frame
was rocky soil
of greed