Follower

How many more prison days
in utter dismay and angst?
How many more failures
Blaming wrong turns and torch bearers?

How many more miles in this sea
Before it rains and the sky clears?
How many more reasons to wander
Ignoring the tail of your shadows?

How much more distance to walk
Before I stumble, fall and you hold me?
How many more seasons
Until I become a grain sowed in your ploughed field?

How many more false beads left to touch
Before I flip, enlightened:
You are the follower
and the followed !