My heart’s filled with thoughts; my head’s filled with feelings;

Struggling to cross paths, for the eternal moment;

Thoughts of expectations and feelings of meaning;

Waiting is such a torment.

A wanderer’s song has never been so pleasant;

The leaping of a frog has never been so amusing;

Caterpillar to a moth, lives foment;

The night sinks; the morning rise musing;

A steady march to the shore;

With thoughts and feelings of the kind;

Resolved to dig, lingering for more;

Surrendering to the inner fight of the mind;

When a distant cackle of a bird, echoed like a symphony;

Oh! The wait for the next epiphany.