Just Another Day.. Poem by Gordon Cross

Another day, another dream, another life for what is not yet seen.

Turning corners oh so blindly without knowing what's there it seems.

Waking up to find that nothing has changed but stayed the same..

The same day, the same way, forever steadfast 'twas not my game.

Wanting / yearning / lusting / needing a future to be yet born.

Feeling the love of life once again, again to smile every morn..

When will the loneliness abate, when will the emptiness partake?

Partake unto such a different place where the blankness is grace.

Yes I know the future is not yet written.
Tho' I find it to be currently a given..

sigh.....