Standing outside time
many different hues
yet the  colors don't rhyme.
"Leave them be, they know not"-
the wind picks up my prevailing distraught.
Standing inside the space where-
yesterday arrives today.
Past and future throw their,
irrelevance in the air.
The truth felt not spoken-
the mind bent not broken.
Elude myself, for the truth I sought,
Leave them be, for they know not.