With horizons like shoulders
Stands the image of the self
In the self-perceived mind
Until called like ringing
The mountains asleep
Undisturbed in dew and time
So the woodsman knows and is awake
To the truest of nature
The societal eyes
And at the feeling of ever
Need it depart
He flies
Into the mountains to live a life spent alive
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
With horizons like shoulders
Stands the image of the self
In the self-perceived mind
Until called like ringing
The mountains asleep
Undisturbed in dew and time
So the woodsman knows and is awake
To the truest of nature
The societal eyes
And at the feeling of ever
Need it depart
He flies
Into the mountains to live a life spent alive
