Knowledge, learning and routines.
What you are Who you are and What you can be
shall I listen to the gentle whispers in the wind?

Whispers in the wind . . . it is the breath of the leaves
 held by intertwined trees and so many oh so many
sleeping flower seeds and the giggly running waters,
come on now

Catch your breath and reflect back
the vOid, I ‘ve been watching, observing the
midnight sky you know and it dawned upon me
while I slowly moved my fingertips lightly over
the gold velour curtains

the Void outside my window, it doesn't feel so
big but instead it becomes the confining room
the asphyxiating sorcery as some call it

until I hear my next heartbeat and I return
again, back to myself. If I could paint the vOid
for you . . . but it doesn't matter, just let it be.