While Taking A Walk
I thought about reason,
for we always seem to want the wonder
accompanies our passions,
our dedicated desire.
I remember as a child with eyes of wonder,
just glancing toward a forest,
wondering the depths, beyond the surface design,
and I knew I might never understand,
until stepping inside, gingerly,
mother nature of course would wish
this humanity be mindful.
I thought about time,
and it continued to pass me by
even if standing still,
I recognize this is where I belong.
In the confusion of a certain philosophy,
we might all know our truths
are meant to embrace love
in respect to a societal suggestion,
lets our hearts unveil the wondrous passion
that exists in a quiet solace,
only to be recognized in the shortest of dreams,
those meant to contain infinite parallels.