If only the cause of our residence lies within our hearts
Yet others care to explain the minds powerful nature to trip the flow of lustering loss.
Mistakes reproach themselves into diffident patterns, as
The troughs and ditches carry the residue from the storm.
It lies outside, on the skin, in the mud.
The ignorance of the gears of life perseveres within us all.
Down the ozone and within the elements, we can’t see the true mystery beyond the surface.
Our limitations are overlooked, as we beg to discount the truth.
Our hearts lie outside the source, if it were only true.
Tame the tears my noble heroes, tame the cries for help.
Look up and over the hill of invisibility to see yourself as it was to be in thou everlasting dream.