The same world is around you
and then it is gone an hour hence
a well of gravity builds inside you
and all that is solid begins to sway and dance
The confines and mysteries of the world,
flood like a beach wave and childhood renewed
and a glimpse at a greater scope is becoming unfurled
creeping uncertainty and curiosity over mood
What is what, and this is, how can be?
That this is now and that was then.
We all are is and one thing cant you see?
And now that I know, I can maybe bend.
Truth is a path best tread alone, with only guides and never gifts
Mind and wary be, what you seek, will always shimmer and shift.