How can I ever know what you really think within?
Are you aware of the same emotional feelings as me?
For I can only ever know and hear my own inner prattle and din.
I can never peer within your mind to feel what you think and see.
I know that you love the smell of old world roses as I do.
The red sky at dawn, the warmth of sun beams on cheek.
I don\'t have to get inside your head to know it is true.
I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your sighs, without a peek.
All my senses make me aware of the within of all things.
The soft emotive core of animals, birds, trees, bees and rocks,
That respond to my look, hear, feel, sniff, touch and clings.
All sharing within in common, with all other things in flecks and flocks.
I care not what this within is made of, nor from whence it came.
For such thoughts only diminishes and extinguishes the flame.