Quiet is a comfortable path Known well to ways Better to feet And most best know to this mind of mine As I create based on what I see Scene lived as me, try It's not where I've been, or stand that's me, inadequately
I realize now while I pursue an artful path away, from servitude that better memories are minefields too as they conjugate the life I once thought through
Patience is no freer than sky No further than breath from within you breathe No more mapped than oceans collected cold And yet warmer than the touch of summery springtime bold
Patience is cost Patience is free Patience is you, still Waiting for me
