Swirling gently
Cosmic notions
Rhythmically
Musically
Calling me
Ever inward
I grab them
As I can
Hold them
Bend them
Fold them
At times
I even scold them
Only to realize
They control me
They always have you see
Not narcissism
Vanity
Psychedelic fantasy
I’m quite content to drift
On a higher current
Seeking clarity
The song that’s meant for me
My reason to be.........
(C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2012
