INNER PEACE
Just beyond my grasp.
I remember how it felt
It was the absence of what I feel.
I am on a journey
But how do I find something
That will look different from before?
I will know when I find it.
It will sound like 2 chipmunks in the woods-
Chasing one another
Over the brittle fallen leaves,
Warmed by the sun
On a late October day.
It will taste of cool water from the well.
It will smell like the campfire
When all that remains are cherry embers
Glowing in rhythm with the crisp Fall breeze.
It will feel like love.
It will look like...
INNER PEACE
Within reach-
Why can't I find it?
I know so much
Yet not enough.
Do I wait for it to find me?
How do I look for the unknown?
Which path should I choose?
Time.
A constant.
Then why do I feel the sand has
All but filled the bottom bulb?
TheF00L is ever searching,
Ever wandering to find
That which is just beyond his grasp.
Will his next step be his last?
Will he find what he needs?
Will he fall or will his ever present companion
Halt his descent?
Would his journey
End with the fall
Or begin anew?
Where does the "path" start?
The end is clear to my minds eye.
INNER PEACE
