Withdrawal of time,
From an outward world,
Stepping stones within,
Loosely paved to nothing.

A falling away of belief,
In time which was invested,
Battles won and lost,
The chessboard became congested.

What is right with wrong,
In a place where wrong is right,
The inbetween is grey,
Is it truely worth a fight.

A moment to which is held,
But yourself in your own hands,
The turning world of mind inside,
Conjure's shadows across the lands.

Taking out the hook of past,
While the fish of emotion squirms,
To throw it into the ocean deep,
Not to be buried with the worms.

I sit and find a peaceful place,
In which I disappear,
Only to realise wherever I go,
I'm always simply here.