Inner World:

I sit on a mountain in my mind, Away from everything, especially time, And the longer I sit, I start to feel it, But then a storm comes along, And I'm washed up to where I belong. In the valleys far down, I find myself, I am found. Ahead, a long trek, but I'm not finished yet. I'm beginning to learn, the way we think can turn, The reason for things, that I once could find, Do not exist now, well not in my mind, The angles have changed, no longer standing in range, Getting use to the way, of living day by day. For it seems to me, that we shall always be, With our trivial chores, and meaningless clause, But we know deep down, there is more hanging around, As long as we see through to the truth, Then the truth will always be found. /|\ (9/22/2016)