Agony
Or beauty
In the face
Of infinity

The only thing
One ever truly owns
Is ones body

For warmth we hunger
As winter rolls like thunder

My meditation awaits
My not so silent escape
Into the strings that bounce in the air
Making sounds that flare

i have got stress all up in the mind
no appreciation of my own art do i find
i cant rest i havent got the time
i need to organize some rhymes
 \m     \     \          /  l  /_ _ _
   \      n\o   \      /  r  / \ o   /  d /
     \i       \  v \  /     / _ _\  / a  /
       \      d\   e\    /

I wish for nothing more,
Than to help find their way.

Infinite meanings,
Behind every word I say.

Will you?
Come out?
And play?

Take time to understand
For you may jump to conclusions quickly