Unsure Steps

Walking in and out

Of the perimeter of life

The field of vision shrinking

Confined within boundaries

Never an easy step

Pacing across in trepidation

Trampling on dreams

That have wilted and turned yellow

No more green pastures

Love’s existence in little oases

Quickly drying up with heat of lust

Fruits unripe and sour

None to nurture them with patience

Seek to root life in deeper beliefs

Senses refuse the eternal pleasure

We are companions of mass credence©