Us All Poem by Mark Trajano

Going up and down, I see people frown
everyone stuck somewhere, somewhen
looking within for a king or a clown
to feel the embrace of then.

Looking far and wide, I see people hide
bits and pieces of their own,
following minds and what was once implied
thinking they have really grown.

I find myself lost feeling I was tossed
like the rocks rolling from the slope-
expressionless all the time at no cost,
not a hint of anything- even hope.

Listened to the whisper and songs concur
as I sit on Mother's lap
realization sets- all is splendor,
there was no need for a map.