Wisdom
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