So I'll sit here in deep meditation,
pondering a while my soul's creation.
I'll let out all of my tears of frustration,
then revel in life's glorious sensations.
Or perhaps, I'll just let this day go by
refusing at all to let myself cry
I'll soothe myself with one or two sighs
and watch the sunset present itself as a flowery lie.
I'll think about all the things I've done
the battles I've lost and the wars I've won
I'll think about the moon, the stars and the sun
and then I'll pause as I realize, it's already gone...
The brightly colored, flowery lie
had come and gone without a cry
so I could sit back a relax for a while
letting out a relieved sigh.
So I'll sit a while in dark retreat
legs crossed neatly under me as a seat
hair tucked to one side, neater than neat
and heart pounding in a quiet, double beat.
And when I feel my thinking is done
I'll straighten my legs, and go for a run
it'll be before again comes the sun
that I'll straighten my legs, and be away, gone.