Oh let us leave this place

Oh let us leave this place
Before we further disgrace
Our fragile imaginings

Oh to break free
To depart from
All judgments of the heart

What ease could there be
In but a sense of simplicity
All things cannot be so hard

Must it always be the climb
The seemingly unending accent
Into the unknown

Where future things
Are said to be much more
Greater than before

Yet to toil and tread
Through this muck and mire
All for this one desire

For from earth we are fed
And to earth we are dead
As in its form we were born
Yet still we morn at the loss

Ah so trivial these trials
Yet they consume so much
Too much do we engage them

How long must it be
Will we one day see
Will we one day be free

One hopes it to be true
That there is hope
For me and you

I know that it is
Though some days
I feel it not

Though I know I aught
My faith is wrought with worry
And my thoughts oft but scurry

Where shall we be
In a moment or three
I cannot tell

All remains to me
A splendid mystery
And I wallow once more
In misery

For at least
Its faithful form
Seems company

To a troubled mind
A little more
Is hardly a chore

Still somewhere amidst the pain
There is still hope
And a longing of such things to remain

Perchance in time
We will be (as we believe)
Taken from this place

Yet who can know
What trials we must endure
Until then

-Joshua Lee Foist