I am what I am, in harvest or in bareness.
I cry, I sigh, I weep in this wordly wilderness,
I patiently await that total quietness.
Somehow it doesn't frighten me anytime it's welcome
I feel like a misfit in my human kingdom.
Soon it will bring solace, away from the multitude.
The only source of peace and tranquility is my solitude.
I look forward to the few hours of the night,
When only the stars in the heavens shine bright,
The feeling of dexterity in all its sincerity,
I do look forward to contemplate in all honesty.
When the world is asleep, I am at peace with myself,
With the constant flowing of thoughts I dwell.
Oh my heart yearns, and the body and mind soon learn
That getting in touch with your inner self, is a treat in itself.
We never seem to set aside time for that certain dwell,
It can be a calming effect, it can be a good spell.
It can gently place it's veil of sweet sadness over us.
Thoughts to ponder in this world of total madness.
