life on Mars/ squatters in space part 4
fiction
edward w pritchard
this mournful traveler/ lamentation 7
fiction
edward w pritchard
This
mournful traveler, myself, having arrived at this place; without
recognition, friendship or admiration, did I come here of my own
initiative. Or, was my path pre-determined.
Was I placed here and now, fighting to stay this dejected reputation,
as preparation for future battles. Or, was my path random, of no meaning
or significance. And, did I arrive here through lack of resolve,
insignificance of character, and stint of judgment.
Stumble
on, refuse to fall, dream despite reality and probability and hope for
victory over the next hill. The script if written is not in my hands and
my eyes cannot see beyond this abyss.
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