Isn't it time
To be on holiday
Walking on the cool, wet sand
And repelling solar rays
Through the agency
Of a sun blocker
Isn't it time
To discard
These earthly concerns
And be free
Like the birds
In the sky
Ever since you
Acquired your soul
You seem less concerned
With mundane matters
But in many ways
You're still not
Quite there
I have a premonition
Of what not will be
And I remember every thing
That ever was
it's just the details
That escape me
When will we know
When will we see
Will it be presented
In layers of complexity
Will our doubts
Extinguish
The fullness of it all
Or will our thoughts
Not matter
Whenever I think
I've been humbled enough
I know then
That more humbling
Is yet to come
