Incredible Journey

Incredible Journey
By G.L. Morris

Further away, each day, from my dreams I fly
Swept by yearnings compelling and stout
‘mid time uncontrollable, pain inconsolable
Bleeding my heart from within and without

Voices of ancestral origin calling me,
Beckoning, questioning, fair and undue
Berating and waiting for answers unclear to me
Alike and distinct from the mortals I knew

So what should I wish for them, silence or clarity?
Benign ambiguity, freedom from doubt?
Should I linger latently, challenge them blatantly
Shall I even query what bears it about?

Or even if these inauspicious expressions
Come forth from progenitors here erstwhile tread
Not knowing is wretchedness, my manner method-less
On this incredible journey