Infinite Living

In a mist of my daydream,
a birth whispers,
"Why your spirit wonders so greatly?"
Being poor in this endeavor,
but in glimpse of my super-conscious,
I see a quest off zero economics
to feel this mother earth once more,
not as poor but in great wealth,
Else, so far, far away,
an unpredictable soil,
Nothing, nothing but a vague faith
shrouded with sad old visions,
yet longings see me at home sweet home!