The Camel

Another day is now done in the long series we run
toward the place of our destiny.
We are not so clever, we sever into a hope-filled journey.
An end. A beginning. Birth and Bury. 

What do we know or what can we show that reveals the mystery
Sleepy, stilled, we trudge into infinity. 
There must be a faster way apart from you and your teething decay 
Grunt, spit, walk, and carry. 

I am thirsty. 
Yet you cannot give me what I need 
Dryness bleeds
You walk without intention
I must be. 

Surviving is the gift that I bring
No worthy songs to sing.