Sacred

It is a feeling, it is a place; it is a thought, it is a masterful race It's often been said, "you don't miss it 'til it's gone" Many young and old travel this path and sadly, they are left feeling alone Money can't buy it, a thieving man can't steal it; a sick man yearns for it, an unenlightened man squanders it Simply irreplaceable on this earthly plane is this hallowed place Voluminous beatitude of mind, body and spirit You can't win it, you can't fake it You can lose it, so, it's prudent that you choose it Supreme potency, vibrancy and expectancy hovering greatly as the 'big wheel' turns No masquerading, skating or eluding principle Just standing erectly on the power of this mighty throne