I ponder, I think, I dream, I reflect
on every instance that I encounter in the wind and the rain
as I fall dreamily into the trap of what my mind has to offer on the subject at hand I wonder.
the wonder is an awe and awe like a falcon in the sky breaking the dawn
these things I do not think are for me.
there is beauty in the most willowed of roses the stem shines green
a welcome for the day
a salutation to begin what you can not control
the will is there one has to reach
beyond the walls that are built by the self
conquer yourself and seize what is there to be offered
falling into place as the light shines through knowing there will be more dark
the dissonance stirs inside.
at that moment when i can't decide where to be
it is here.
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