Though I've opened my eyes
I'm not looking outside
I'm looking inside
To be internalised
Turn on my inner light
What's under that hide?
What came to abide?
The wanting, ambition
I'm like a blind man hunting vision
Won't just accept anything given
Best wishes!
Some are wond'ring how their time diverged
I am wond'ring, how did time emerge
Time which I've distinctly long
Have spent with a distinctive wanderurge
Which drowned and surged, which came and went
According to my worldly insight gained
A timid warrior he stays restrained
Of courage clearly long since drained
I'm longing for yearning, lacking ambition
I'm like a blind man seeking vision
Who's not content with anything given
Best wishes!