Tumbleweeds
A single life,
Rolling along a barren desert.
Searching...
Roaming...
Going where the wind takes it.
A strong wind,
Pushing, rushing it,
Sending it to an unknown.
Keeping it moving at a fast pace.
Sometimes a stillness,
Allowing it to rest,
Quietly, silently,
Preparing it for another gust.
It has no home.
Like a lost heart...
Beating with every rush of blood,
Adapting to the moment,
Not knowing when the next rush of,
Emotion will carry it,
Somewhere else.
It's endless motion,
Follows where life takes it,
Or the wind.
Nowhere and yet...
Everywhere.
