Who has touched every rock?
Sifted every grain of sand
Cleaned every bone of flesh
Who has seen it all?
Felt it all
Kept it all hidden within
Who has tasted foreign fruits?
Inhaled purest ocean breeze
Who is cavalier?
Making rash decisions
On coin toss, sacrificing security
Who buries their fear
beneath the whitest of snow?
Thousands of feet above the tree line
Who is in a state of perpetual bliss?
In love with life and all its gifts
Who is trapped in a box, no oxygen?
Whose hand packed & sealed the way
Who is climbing higher than their own ambitions?
Doing more than standing still
Who is separated from one’s own shadow?
Who is forever living inside it
Who is providing?
And merely breathing?
Who is barely minimum and short of breath
Who am I and who are you
and what are we in scheme of things
What kind of footprint will we leave behind?
And how can we walk out of here alive
What kind of courage have we
When all the world’s gone dry
FM Ghost 