"Something to think about"

These Oak Trees These oak trees were here before me As after they will be So are able to restore me If temporarily To a sense of permanency If I waited for forever Then it would never come Since strange as it seems it never Is a thing without some It is clear forever is here Something to think about When open minds let far come near In neither faith nor doubt In acceptance of whatever Forever is never Or it is now and I will be Forever or never somehow But I will always be Although I am not an oak tree Still I am some and thing As one of the ones who broke free And would try anything To see if temporarily I am not out of touch with reality Because I was never in We had never been introduced properly So the process could begin Of engagement so estrangement resulted Through none of which was I ever consulted As to what was real to me Born to original madness Predestined to recall And prevented by its sadness Not getting it at all So I could only guess Sorry to leave a mess These oak trees were here before me As after they will be So are able to restore me If temporarily To a sense of permanency +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX