Yoked

Wondering is the duty of a child
It’s an innocent thing --
Wondering.

​When we anoint our heads with adulthood
We exit wondering
And become heavy burdened
With what
What is?

So the drop of oil lands in the water of life
And a ripple effect is a perfect circle
Like a skipping rock
Remember a skipping rock upon a blue lake
As a child
The blue lake of reflection nears us as adulthood
And becomes depression
The circle becomes infinity and we grow weary 
With the time before us 
Like agony
We beget ourselves over and over again
Until we birth ourselves
With our children
And we wonder again like a baby
As we talk to them like a baby
And we circle ourselves with love
We pass along responsibility to our kids
At a later and later age by choice
So they don’t grow weary
We even give up anointing our kids at all
And those parents fail
Wearier we grow then
Taller they may become if they fall upon the truth --
Our children
On their road of life
Just like we did
And in the past that happened
And in the future it will.

Like a skipping rock into the future
With perfect circles --
Infinite ones
Meaning great knowledge
Upon our path to freedom
For upon our wondering and weariness
We grow
And we tip our hat to the father of lights
And we tip our hat to our mother and father
Our children
And one day we will tip our hat to the everyday people --
Women, girls, men, boys, animals of this land.

Hello from the blue lake!
One day you will join the father of lights
If you stumble upon us by the yoke on your head.