A swamp that comes alive, each day
Living off a never ending procession, of thoughts
That come and go, neatly packed and thrown
Into the depths, we only see the buoyant ones
That make it to a wafer thin, superficial layer, of the mind
That has become our world, the road to heaven or hell
Starts and ends there, how many are brave enough to dive?
Into the depths of the mind, where exotic thoughts swim
Dangerously, and without knowing one’s mind
There will not be any stepping stone found, that can hold our weight
As we peer into the distance, hidden behind a wall, of silence
Everything comes into reach, and there are no unknowns
