In the midst
of all my madness,
As I seek
solitude.
There’s a
residue of sadness,
As I survive
the mood.
I’m running
around in circles,
Searching for
a quiet space.
My eyes can’t
see it my feet can’t find it,
Must be an
inner place.
My feet are
standing still,
My head is
running fast.
Which one is
my heart with,
How long can
my spirit last?
I just need to
surrender,
And get out of
this fight.
As I seek out
my opponent,
I see no one
in sight.
As I walked by
a mirror,
I took a
moment to look.
Of all the
thievery of my dreams,
I was looking
at the crook!
Happiness is
an inside job,
For which my
feet will never find.
Without the
guidance of my heart,
And the
presence of my mind.
By Joseph
Trimachi
