Wisdom in the form of a break

Fueled by the shining sun

Something old to return

For my hands to take


Solitude will have to wait today

The road has called again

Today I seek my friend

In the hours of delay


So much still to be done at home

But the painter needs inspiration

A writer insists on contemplation

The composer has to be alone


My secret thoughts always wander

Not where they are supposed to

Always to someplace new

Further and further


I wish that I could paint a moving road

Write about the miracle of life

Make a melody out of time

Force wisdom just to flow