In the forest I have dreamed
of vast chaotic things
dimensions of reality yet to be seen
in the darkness where I sit
i focus on the bliss
brought forth by beautiful silence
my thoughts come to pass
when i refill that glass
and exhume the remains of my soul
from the molten ash below
my heart cries out in pain
when i see what i disdain
has taken form and stares me in the face
how can i then begin to refrain
when the memory has now stained
my concience it has dwained
as the cosmic energy pangs
on the drums of thoughts remained
from the fears and doubts of yesterday
so i exhume those ashes
and reorganize the chaos
the parts of me that clashes
and vibrates through the cosmos
in the forest where i dream.
