The ripples of the lake
tickle the wrinkles of my heels.
The rough, coarse, aged, wise rocks
feel heavenly upon to sit.
The breeze doesn't ruffle rather
tug at my already tangled tresses
The chatter of fellow lakers
falls frigidly on my openly-closed ears.
The hills stare at me immobile
"Another junkie", they must think of me.
The setting is set, the lighting is lit
For me to find my "inner spirit"
I turn inwards looking deep
within the murk of my being,
listening intently into
the spiritual spring
And only one echo falls purposely
onto the plate of my thought stream
Will tony stark leave me forever
while into the void I scream!
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