What is left?

Luke 12:56

⁵⁶ Hypocrites! You can discern the face of the sky and of the earth, but how is it you do not discern this time?

What’s left?

Traveling on a freight train in search of 1^st class

do I deserve to be served for who I pretend to be?

From the drip into the rain ... carrying my past

losing all the nerve ... in my search to be free.

The noise of the wheels ... moving with the rails

brings rhythm to my heartbeat ... as dullness be my cloak.

Life lost its appeal ... as it turns out to be so frail

nothing left to feel ... for self is like always in the remote.

Alone did I enter ... lonely I will leave

What was with the effort ... now nothing seems left?

All now seen is empty ... nowhere a place of relief

soon the final court ... for the totally bereft.