Draw me a—new.

The power within always understands
Its all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, its stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices, the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roam
At my door a stranger, trice timed, yet knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That somethings lie; inevitably so

The power within always understands
It’s all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, it’s stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices; the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roamed
At my door a stranger trice times has knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That something lies inevitably so