Earthbound

What binds me to this world? Is it love, hate, pity or self worth? Confused creatures we are, scraping through futile lives like herderless sheep Under caustic sun, my thoughts once placid waters, Now plagued by perpetual questions of disbelief, too many questions. Is this black or just another shade of blue? My warped perceptions seem untrue. Am I to be a reluctant prisoner, of a soul not yet redeemed? Knees melt onto earth’s dusty blanket. As I cry ancestral cries of old Imagined voices of reason now proclaim: “Get up son, your work is far from done” Once bankrupt eyelids now sluggishly open, remembering my fathers wishes: To be even stronger in times of weakness. To take up my rightful place. I am a son of mother earth. Renewed at this place of my birth…. What binds you to this world?