Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray Ogden, Utah April 2003

I am just plain walking crunch
To where I have no open thought
This road set here in front of me
Places me no closer to my open heart

Wind blows by so very silently here
But chill reminds me still dead cold
Hateful man stands behind screaming
Of what knowledge does this voice hold?

Road in front aches for my quiet soul
I feel I draw much closer to ones desire
Trees seem to tell a tale of pastime liars
I walk not turning or looking sideways

This lonesome road that carries me forth
I don’t quite understand trying hard to see
Looking up ahead I hope to see some light
Brightness seems to have fallen down on me

I am just plain walking on crunch
To where I have not an open thought
This road set here in front of me
Places me no closer to my open heart

Walking….