Subtle and smooth
Kind with youth
and a sort of shifting
Truth; a constant variable

They always enchant me so - my soul
They always draw my eyeballs a perfect
picture, a painting of The End.

Though,
I am still not satisfied with it
It only flourishes with wisdom

The philosophy a fire

The lessons learned from
The cloaked figures

Approaching and speaking

Only a change in the mind
       could take them away

I must have lived a great life then
I must have conquered and scattered
My remains and the remains of it
Across time and into this life
For me to have all of these memories
And mistakes and memories of mistakes

From lives that seem already lived
Once before this

Speak up shortly and then
Toss my body in a shallow grave

Don’t hang on
For God has told me
That I’m wrong
So therefore, I will go out
With nothing but this poem

To(o)
Lead them home.