The Hermit

"I'm searching for signs and dancing on a dime."

The hermit wandered over yonder,

and revelled in the open border.

He travelled up the beaten path,

"is there anything here to have?"

Choosing what to use,

it's a huge part of that.

Ideas ooz off the past.

The hermit began to dance:

flowing over the sides, throwing specks collide,

atmospheres arise, and spheres combine,

representing like time, infinite in-out rhyme.

"I'm socially lost and where am I?

Will I find some imagination here?

Maybe I can find some reality in time.

I will bring morality here

and commandeer this climb."