WALK TO FREEDOM

by Ayn

Only today, I quit.

I quit a life spelled with nothing

but blue trays stacked with paper heaps,

Filled with vague sketches in pencil.

It took me quite a while.

Once I stood in belief.

But waiting has purloined from me

That youthful hope I held on to.

Now I'm nothing but pragmatic.

Age corrupts us, at times.

Just yesterday, I dreamed.

I yearned for a life of Freedom,

Filled with pride in every sunrise.

I woke up and this isn't it.

Vastly deplorable.

You do not understand.

You don't know life outside your rock,

the Wars We wage each fleeting day.

You're not a fellow Countryman.

I thus cease to explain.

Sitting on my front porch,

I gawp at the Walk to Freedom.

I wait for the rain to subside.

The first rung looks quite rickety.

I take it anyway.

Tomorrow, I wonder.

Will the colors of the sunset

Be as magnificent as how

it awes the forlorn soul at dawn?

I sit, pray, and wonder. #