Muse Of My Heart

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey Love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now

i can't stop thinking i keep trying to stop to pause but its like reading, once you can read you cannot not read the signs on the side of the road. next time you are dreaming however, try to read something within your dream. then try to read it again. is it the same? can you? this is the place i feel that we defends our sense of self. we created self and then we fear anything that affects what self is.