Meditations

My thoughts
like wild animals
don’t come out
if they know
I’m watching

Could my intentions
be perceived
infinitely
differently?

A ladder to the sky,

I cannot control
perceptions
I am different
entity
in each
passing
moment

I inside
my mind
I find
I try to see
my unseen
hiding from myself –

A box of tissues
somebody has been ill
or crying
here.

I’m well
prepared
I thought
but the truth is
I know not of
the passage
of time.