At times they've been so clearly within reach
chances to step into the actual light
strolling along the edge of the living
close to freedom along similated sight

Messages came and tried to be seen
meaningful and always persistant
although they knew where I had been
insight from them seemed so distant

Echoes wanting to escape from the soul
many nights of forest thick with darkness
encompassing all of the mind and heart
so far jaded in the ways of evolution

Many would simply say that it's  this life
being called by random opportunity
they've often been known to fit together
the best would plummet while they stall

The results lay where the mind cannot see
they bewilder those who try to look into them
the vast place where we cannot yet be
the open space where the time cannot flee


Almost everything needed is there
or here depending on where we look
into the midnight or out in the day
the covers mean nothing without the book