They say I'm the changebringer
A little boy's plushie comfort
Journeying to the moon and back in his star-spangled dreams.

They say the sky is the limit
Where the sky is the wooden rafters
Under which I sleep
And limit is the number stamped on a metal clip
A code for my role
To live and die a docile life
For my successors
Us unremarkable failures.

Life in the mountains
Sounds liberating
But the path on which you walk alone
Remains unknown
And unheard of.

Never have we strayed
Or did I miss it?
The miracle
Disguised under the cloak of the night
Masked behind permanent farewells
Though they would be
Remembered as misguided.

I stand here
On four legs of a domesticated wolf
A wild thing turned into wool
Dipped in black ink
As though someone thought I could
Write my own story
Within the world I have yet to explore.

-the ordinary, yet extraordinary