I'm feeling nauseous as I'm crossing these aged borders
they say to have wisdom is to gain regret
I think I feel what they meant
I watch as the world spins
the way of the world is as whirlwinds
the eye of the storm - where the storm is born
mans eye is quick to conform
at the heart of a hurricane
the whole world looks the same
how do you explain what appears a blur
without it sounding like a verbal slur
every word is as true as the trees
the spirit moves men like the trees sway from the breeze
the leafs, they land where they may
like fallen prey
food for the seeds that will sprout someday
all seeds are the same, the terrain matters
saplings in stoney soil easily scatter
©loibl
L