Way of The Lone Traveller

The thorns brook you no ill.
They just tear your flesh away.
The mirage promises so much hope,
Yet the oasis has to move far away.
The wind that rises to cool your aching body,
Warns of the sandstorm heading your way.
Wish them well,lonely traveler.
And move your feet on your chosen way.
For storms will come
and lights will flicker,
and doom will be just moments away.
But the light that burns in your
foolish heart will always show you the way.
So tap your feet to
the rhythm of destiny and shove your fears aside.
For as your blood falls drop by drop,
Your soul will soar up there
Tranquil and high.

(Written in 2001 , discovered after so many years and yet topical - S)