Sometimes
In reflection
A stunning clarity
In reflection
A stunning clarity
I try to remember
The slightest disturbance
I try to remember
The slightest disturbance
Touched
Heard
Smelled
Tasted
Seen
Reasoned
I am out of time
With the world
Out of rhythm
With the seasons of my being
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
The possibility
Of the impossible
Getting there
To a place without feeling
I find a wasteland of being
An emptiness
In the midst of plenty
Which put us on our feet,
So our grasp could reach higher,
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they