Mind’s Eye

My view is from the corner where the ceiling meets the wall;

While floating up here I can see everything overall;

How long does it take to understand and need not ask why?

I think at thirty-eight I’m half way there before I die.

My mind can now separate and drift to my perch up high;

Objectively there is a part of me, which wants to fly;

Through my mind my spirit soars, my body need not go far;

The less I think about it, I drift further, to a star.

But stars are not quite home to me from where my body rests;

I’d rather gaze below to understand life’s tasks and tests;

To observe the happiness as it all fits together;

From my mind’s eye up high on a cloud light as a feather.