Eye is happy in recluse,
While glance is hungry for more.
Mouth is ravenous for roar,
Mouth is pale with disuse.
Who knows head is blessing in disguise.
Heart fuel birds of humility,
But love ripple soul in infinity;
Who knows stomach is in thunderstorms?
All those are forms of life,
Those ideas are infinity,
Everyman has strife,
Between mind and heart.
It’s like fear of death but jest in wanting to be in HEAVEN,
I don’t know if the stones of Hades have fallen onto my knees,
While I pray without ceasing,
I call for best season!