rythem of life, cycle of the day
the rythem has been disrupted
the cycle has been bent
routine is a cage
in which i cannot live
from which i cannot see the sky
but without which i am lost
on barren plains
exposed to every wind
i seek the rugged mountain
the certain contours of the rock
the shelter of the forest
i seek the rythem of a dance
loosely woven
but like breathing
i seek the cycle of a song
but like dreaming
i seek the pulse of the ocean
constant movement
certain tides