Journey often unintended By james a. galgano Diaspora from darkest abyss of action denied where eyes dare not view. While held captive crammed beneath the depths of passing time renewed As in conjured limericks filled with familiar prevailing provocative rhymes. Shackled together by ideology not of one's making subdued throughout time. Gathering moss upon descending granite of one's own decided undertaking. With a cornucopia of captive dreams self-defined to ward off often mistaking What might have been for what most assuredly will never be forswore forlorn? From the precipice of one's obvious demise traced back whence on was born Upon that flightless bird we often find ourselves saddled toward tomorrow We turn to nearest neighbor passenger upon whom we are shackled tonight. In slim hopes of securing collaboration to patiently work together for delight For without that beacon guiding all hopes toward some long-aspired destiny We all will find ourselves hopelessly alone adrift forever upon unwelcome sea.