Mind
The waves that wash over the sand
Forever gentle but coarse in my hand
I seek refuge and understanding of myself
What do I need but time to rejuvenate my health
My surroundings are, for a while, a place I have not been
For I have spent most my life sheltered by concrete walls
To walk amongst nature again
It makes me feel not so small.
I elevate my self for I already have everything I need
My thoughts and ideas carry me like a noble steed
And if I shall come across an obstacle
If some unforseen or unknown phenomena comes from behind
All I need on this earth, on this island is my mind
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