I see myself in death - As fine compost,
A rotting array of wondrous fruits….
Fermenting in the pile of afterlife,
Basking in the sun,
Dreaming of a life yet to come.
I see trees of green,
Inside a pool of more sporadic chance, I wonder what this lease of life will amount.
No longer tired or confused, I am open to suggestion;
Willing to happily wander a world of wild...
The circle of constant consideration
The Satisfaction and Frustration of Discussion
(which ever you prefer)
To think, is to consider
To consider, requires reflection,
Reflection offers conclusion...