when I was a child 

I was high strung 


as a teen I 

thought too much 


maybe later a 

sensitive soul 


now that we’re alone

what do we got


rooms to play in 

places to imagine 


shades of mystery 

light and dark 


this interior life 

keeps us alive 


when everything outside

ain't looking up 


where’s the mystery you ask

I don’t know


that’s what we’re

in here to explore  

◄ Quiet Contemplation

Before the world came in ►


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