A ripple in a medium,
waves on our reality’s shore,
Start with solutions,
Amidst unfocused problems
Sisyphean struggle.
Woe to thee,
not vanquished I see.
A large Mystic crowd,
and music loud.
I met a man who deserved the world
The smallest fraction, how can it be finite,
We took the train, not long agoStepped into tinA place for classes, mostly low& felt the journey begin again
Years gone by, and back was I