The Mountaintop

When watching from that other place, do I even know my name?
I watch on in silence as my mind plays yet another game.
For I rarely find it silent and I rarely find it free;
I rarely find this mind of mine just letting me be me.
It takes me on some journeys I’d prefer I did not go
and it’s only in the other place that I can feel my flow.
From there, upon a my mountaintop I watch my mind at play
and work towards the future when I can be there every day.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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