Who am I when under all the lies from your lips and from mine
Secluded to the hill, I climb to the top to find what is inside
My space outside is the distance of life; infinite distance is inside.
This maze of the mind, this maze of life held in the hands of time
Never knowing what is beyond the turns, I will find
The guru says many words of truth and many words of lies.
What we think we are and what we think we have become, we hide
Throughout the world, we search for what has always been inside
My space outside is the distance of life; infinite distance is inside.
In my baggage, I collect many things that I have gathered over time.
Collecting things will not make me free I have to understand the truth of me.
©Copyright Thomas J Dooley 2021
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