Where All Hopes Lie

I've felt lost lately within my sinful, sacred skin, remembering, distant family and dear old friends... rudderless, adrift in waves and winds. Having traveled to far too many places, laughed and smiled with countless faces while running endless races. So many I can't recall the number of rises and falls following a distant call... Collecting a measure of treasures like books on shelves holding the keys to one's true self while tossing coins into a wishing well. Still, stuck in the past where nothing lasts awaiting the last gasp Of clean fresh air from blue skies where all hopes and dreams arise and fly, eternally up there.