Unavoidable, catastrophic, psyche of the will,
Paranoid, delusional aspirations, wants to fill.
Waiting in your cradle, destined but to crawl,
Biding time of fable, like paint upon the wall.
Peer into the dark, only if to leave your mark.
And run with rapid brooks of mountains tall.
On the peak, wisdoms weak, and chance will slowly thrive.
Backwards bent, unknown be sent, to visions not alive.
Belief is unaccompanied, rest will put your soul to ease.
And peace will find us all.
Last a moment forever frozen in the face of time.
Listen to the river and fleet of natures wine.
Secrets will bestow on ears that hear the waters flow.
What ponders on your mind.
And finally act upon your own conclusion,
In your selfless found seclusion and righteous be of kind.