Every Step is Progress

Beholden To The World

Orphan without a home,

Rebel without a reason or cause

Humanitarian by nature

I sweep across the terrains

Without rhythm, rhythm, or rest.

Traveling from 'smoken’ city

To flooded country side.

Not lost, yet never settled

Watching those around me nest,

Make bed and have a home.

Somehow I’ve grown detached from

such a need.

Or maybe I follow the wind as

It blows such a need.

My electric and eccentric energy

Is more like a crashing wave,

Then a still lake.

Fierce and forceful,

Where will it take me? Who shall I become?

Undefined by the barriers of a carrier

Representing thy self.

I set forth with limitless boundaries

For adventure.

Off to explore the world around me

And what it has left to offer.

A niche like no other-The World.

By: Monique & Antonia