I'm playing with your mind games.
But I'm losing every time.
You act like such a monster.
I just want to call you mine.

It's simply poetry,
Just philosophy.

"What do you worship?"
I am asked.

But worship is superstitious in nature,
But worship is caustic to the cosmos.

It is better asked,
"What do you appreciate it?"

From the stream, I waded.
Through long strands,
Like tall grass or reeds,
I stood.
From out of the waters, I walked.
In the forests, I awakened.
In the fields, I blossomed.
In the valleys, I bloomed.
On the mountain, I grew.
The clouds parted, the mist evaporated - the fog was lifted.
As I looked to the stars, I knew.