Traversing worlds across deep oceans
Grass sleeps in hues of a winter hare
His gardening tools useless
He bears their weight to auction
Upon request to pay the fee he quivers
Lamenting his unfortunate state
Empty pockets reveal his Broken’ness
Hope is expensive. All has been spent
He has wept all night. Silence his answer
We are unprofitable servants with a mission. Don’t let the world make you forget. Synchronize your heart and mind in the quiet places.
In your quiet desperation, know it is only a moment. Memorize this.
Follow your dreams. Do not give up.