So I take a walk inside my mind. Roam the halls of wonder filled With lots of spaces still unmilled. But as I stroll about, in time, I tire, and so I seek to find a place to curl up and hide. And memories hung like vines. Glancing over as light protrudes.
All understanding shines.
Many times I find a way To get through all the doors. And it happens as before. Moving with the walls that mirror my stride. Sun comes up but with lazy waiting. When it's alive it shimmers with pride.