My life is mine to do what I want with it
give it back
take it all
return it someday to the wild earth
why then do I bother with a hesitation
with a question of whether it is right or wrong
I have been taught these things before I knew my life was mine
they are a part of what I hold
no questions then required
at some point they all must fall away
with age with wisdom
we take up the cross or the bow
shoot our arrows and hope to land
in the soil rendered from the scraps of eden
the dust of heaven
here
on earth