New Directions
—Hamlet
High in the chill gray sky;
And it made me seek within
A reason for their ache—
They follow lines in the sky
To trace paths their gods take.
And then I thought of you and I
Together for this life,
Through struggle and pain
Dealing with our own aches…
Restless, out of sync,
Seeking our own terrain,
Searching for new directions
Every time the seasons change.