Time hangs on the walls of the mind

The mind is a home

Still and Bare

The future is outside the open doors

Neither aware

Nor scared

Hanging in the open air

The meadow calls for one to dance

The wind beckons for one to sing

The memories fade to an everlasting spring

For the journey has yet to begin

I stand

Clear

Staring

The door seems to fade

Then thought distracts

Remove my eyes so I can see

Free my mind so I can be

Take my heart so I can feel

Show me what I have always sensed as real