He wanders why?
He looks for truth why?
He expresses why?
Finding bits of truth he calls beauty
A glimpse here, and a glimpse there
He writes it down, it keeps him going
He hums while he walks
He lives when he talks
He becomes the clock
He's not alone, brothers and sisters
Jugglers, painters and musicians
Detached from the worries, they allow for being
The truth, the panoramic, he looks for it
He looks out to the sun, and into the spirit
When he lets go, IT... Is... right now
One with everything, he sees the false being within
He looks, not with fear, not with disgust, simply looks
Twinkle in his eye, he says "OH.."
The glimpses become vision
Beauty reveals itself
The poet becomes the mystic
He wanders why? Because
He looks for truth why? He
He expresses why? Can... Is
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