And What Have I Become to You?

I have
come
to be the
gambler
and the thief;
gambling at
tomorrow
and stealing all
my yesterdays.
I have
come
to be a
liar
and a prophet;
delivering
all the news
that never
was.
I have
come
to be the
sick
and the
poor;
licking up
the tonic water
for the drink
and the quinine.
I have
come
to be
the pusher
and the
priest; selling
just to buy
a way to
heaven.
I have
come
to be
the dog and
the horse;
nipping at my
own heels
to pull.
The more
I run
the
faster I die
and
the darker
the day
the brighter
the moon.
I have
come to
be the
gambler
and the
thief;
losing all my yesterdays
at a crooked game of
tomorrow.

2500 give or take (Another Question)

If someone looks out
across the straits of Sicily
To the Island itself
Do they see the
ocean
between?
Or the sweet
sands on shore?

What if it were the
expanse of our
ancestors?
The thousands of
miles of
undulating grass
and massive waves?
Would we
still see
a home away from
nowhere?
Or would the
ocean of dirt
and sand
and dead leaves
keep us ashore
on the Island of the
Known and Familiar?