back and forth

along the same mile stretch

an hour in shadows

near the cross-over

made it most of the way

with self-reliance depleted

in countless commutes like this,

only directions from imperfectly noble beings

such as myself

guide me into yet another mystery

and onto the next route

wondering if I could have saved time

had my belief been faith

a question of choices,

or messes and blessings

that meet universal needs

as I release from my core?