Sitting by the road’s edge, I watch life go by.
I see men, women, old and young people.
They carry on their faces their realities and, beyond,
I try to imagine what really lead them to move on,
but cannot be seen: their well-kept secrets and desires,
their high esteem, their own motto, their ego.
They are striving to be individuals,
rather than simply one more.
Sometimes I see even myself,
mixed in the crowd, perhaps a little lost,
but firmly believing to be on the walk too.
I feel we are all connected in an invisible web
and hope that each of us will reach,
at its own time, the promised land,
that Canaan where milk and honey spill
and evil never finds shelter.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©