In Within

I am not sure what to ask for Bliss we chase ;Sadness we live for Escape we want ;Victory we cry for We walk on the land and land is what We wish to be free from I am not sure if it will be right what I ask for? There are Adventures in within the absence of light , After a mutiny of fall Stories embedded in me Rise. In there is not the River I know , not the Mountain of snow I saw, not the Moon pale white; No bewilderment of any Kind. I look till the far end I stood shaken, How important am I to have this place taken? Surrounding Me is a World of art amidst it what mattered was How I carry MY Heart. To summon as I close my Eyes In the lights of that night almost in the middle of time, Justification demanded was only to check if I was alright. If the River soothed MY lies If the Mountains make ME rise If only the pale moon light can make MY heavy heart light. What more shall I ask for Places I chase shall not be an Escape for what's heart felt, In the last breath I tell Eyes shall look for an uncanny calmness. In depth as our Grief , the smile invoked by our Relief. In within is the Experience , Exploring the world is mere a Reassurance. The End to Experience is beyond there are stations I will feel belonged I shall walk on lands of every sort Stories of Despair might be the bliss we chase for, our cries remain limitless, But I am not sure if it is right For Me to Ask More.