Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain
And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor
See random people, and squeeze the eyebrow in disdain
As I walk on the concrete slabs of Chalet’s floor
Why the flowing water grips my nerve every time
When I sit under the clocktower with no ken of surround
What is that I am searching while caving through rime
Heads down, big smile, am I trapped or swaddle bound
I lift my head up, and look right in face at colleen sunshine
Eyes blink, movement pauses as I wait for sweltering bark
It is the silence I am craving for, diving through pantomime
Though I am scared to walk alone, fearing I’ll be lost in dark
Sacred spaces I call all of these, I often visit at arid epitome
It’s people that I have been searching, who share silence not talks
Not about family or warm comfort that consummately define home
It’s about going bare with breathe and musings, aided in erratic walks
Do not trust my words, they are too small for unblemish define
I believe they lose value, as emotions evolve sliding through time
