I thought it was a pause—

A stretch in time but

It was just a cocoon

And I stole time from myself hoping to salvage it

But time is a human invention

And what I had lost was a quiet mind

Now the thoughts whisper, no headaches

You look at a painting upside down

Not quite knowing where to look

And the idiot calling themself a specialist

Will tell you where and you will look at their finger

Only the heart knows

And when the stars bear witness to never ending musings

It is time to take a stick — metaphorical, mind you

And to walk — morning or evening the wind on grass carrying dew

You shall find in everything

Things that will remind you the very same Thing

That concept you are looking for — that

Look for that and you will free

Because you will only first find it in yourself