Invisible , Visible
seam trapped ,in a past un belonging to me,
con-sitter , baby sitter , still hard to believe
personal ideals aren't what are revealed
inner truth is my playing field
outer vision doesn't seem to mesh
somehows become a disturbing mess
not everything seems what it appears to be
inner eye to help me see
understanding close at hand
to wield as a shield , in invisible lands
battle of wits , busting chops
round to round , it never stops
until time revolves , becomes full circle
inner self , a protective girdle
an invisible barrier , a natural border
maintains it place , until truth we can shoulder
infinite future , infinite past ,
infinite present , within' to surpass
our center of balance,between two ends of a funnel
each one a journey , an infinite tunnel
a path of perception , the other intuition
retain balance , a natural selection .
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