Perusing through my thoughts
Such a herculean work
I stumbled on the need to grow
Yes grow, but how? Another stumbling block.
Searching through the pages of time
Yet uncertain what I find
This mountain is for the clime
This mountain of piled thoughts over time
Confined to this cushioned couch
Couch of sham comfort
Never felt so comfy and proud
Thus the alteration in my comport.
I have flown
Yes call me a clown
But I know I've flown
Dreams were the wings
So cute a pair they set you so height flying.
I am looking for myself
Though there in the Mirror
All I see is a mess
But I'm en route the redress.
Find yourself first
And you have found all else.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
Perusing through my thoughts
Such a herculean work
I stumbled on the need to grow
Yes grow, but how? Another stumbling block.
Searching through the pages of time
Yet uncertain what I find
This mountain is for the clime
This mountain of piled thoughts over time
Confined to this cushioned couch
Couch of sham comfort
Never felt so comfy and proud
Thus the alteration in my comport.
I have flown
Yes call me a clown
But I know I've flown
Dreams were the wings
So cute a pair they set you so height flying.
I am looking for myself
Though there in the Mirror
All I see is a mess
But I'm en route the redress.
Find yourself first
And you have found all else.
