Beneath the Oak tree.. I sit,

next to the web of lies you’ve spun,

tangled in the branches of your masquerade,

Here I will sit and try to rationalize….

Beneath the vines I will encounter the tangible,

I will try to grasp hold of the truth that can’t be denied.

My mind will wander down a lazy stream beaten and overcome,

Every thought will root deeper with the concept at my hands,

My soul will want to wither and die,

dehydrated from the marathon we’ve run.

All the endless circles and distance there is between,

and yet with all that I know…. I find myself in your arms again…..