An eastern cloud of tranquillity
Where I thought I might find peace
Casts a grimace on my face
Which gazes at my feet

A deserted void awaits
The ascension of this hill
Nothing more than aching limbs
And a sinking heart I feel

Downcast in all my manners
I retreat, ready to rejoin the world
But as I turn I’m struck
My reason does unfurl

There is nothing where I’m headed
That is not where I’m come
Just illusions of an order
Man sculptured from a stone

Cherishing my thoughts
I never could describe
I step back to society
With a secret smile inside

So if you’re told to wander
Don’t ask when or why, just go
And dare unlock the answer
That your heart does yearn to show

06/05/2003

Posted on 06/05/2003
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