This State of Mind
When will circles become a thing,
when the reality of our travels lets our lives
return to where our first truth began.
When might I understand the path
I choose to live though the world around me
sees a different plan in mind for me.
I listen to notes that take me places
where I can find my reality is seemingly known
to all observers, at least that is told.
When years ago I listened only awhile
to the advice of a sage, I’ll call my brother mad
I only lasted a short time until my wander.
Yesterday I could hear the same notes
while alone I laid in a bathtub of hot lava
the sort that would suggest me dead.
She did walk away then and I did drown
in the further emotion of song without her cry
I could only pretend to understand why.
Now today the music is the same mystique
and she is the truth to my reality and alone I sing
knowing I do have her memory in my mind.
She is beauty that allows me love to share
the moment when eyes elegant caress my mind,
while the world all around remain the same.