Living rotations bring about change
of fundamental beliefs now somewhat strange.
This neverending quiet solitude;
the stilness of breath from hightened altitude.
When perception pulls and grips the spirit,
your too blind to see and too deaf to hear it.
Not here and now but then and there.
Never present, yet everywhere.
Asking to free the frightened heart
that freedom will surely tear apart.
Limitless questions do excite.
Yet you wont ask them in spite
of flawd detail in god's eye.
To see the art of asking why;
answered only when we die...