Finding that balance
a combination
what’s right for the mind,
the music,
atmosphere,
has to be a reason
to wonder,
or is it wander
where do we want to go,
a little flute music
can take a crying man
quite a distant
before he might be found
listening to
‘spa tribe’ with no idea
why, just
some way he feels,
he might,
he could
he wants to and yet
deep inside the reservoir
once fed his ego
a barren landscape
no longer is there the bounty
of love and compassion,
his oxygen,
a being,
instead she is near,
he can feel her and he knows,
and yet
that’s the hurting moment,
for it seems likely
seems forever
tonight,
that hypothermia
might be his
greatest achievement.
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