A sacred space void of quiet
My mind embracing creative riots
Limitless possibilities engulfed in limits
I seek what has been given

The sound of my pulse quickens my heart
Interpretations become like abstract art
The victim of my inner critic torn apart
I seek what has been given

No voice of reason to keep me sane
Lost in worry as I drown in shame
There’s no one here only myself to blame
I seek what has been given

A thousand winds constrain me here
Trapped inside my vision unclear
In need of a cane as I walk with fear
I seek what has been given

A word without letters, a book without pages
My self realized imprisoned in cages
I hold the key to the truth and watch as it closes
I seek what has been given

They say answers lie in between the spaces
Beyond the terror of never-ending mazes
The time has come for making changes
I seek what has been given

In this muddy puddle for which I cannot see
Lies a sea of wonderment just waiting for me
Lift the fold, see the light just turn the key
And find what has been given