My thoughts run away to hide <br />seeing rocks I turn them over <br />to find pleasures discarded. <br /> <br />Sand untouched but by a breeze <br />rooms forever I hide in of them <br />waiting for you to show and speak. <br /> <br />Great is an ants queen workers <br />needs of the few having many <br />pleasure is an art never found. <br /> <br />Thinking on these words on all the pins <br />infinite are the pins words run out <br />ink can dry all the tears carried from. <br /> <br />Water can be hot the sun can be cold <br />pondering thoughts forgiving souls <br />blameless feet always marching on. <br /> <br />The burning mind is never without pain <br />the flesh is on fire like those in the forest <br />trees of the soul growing never sleeping. <br /> <br />Fumes of life bare the scent of greatness <br />humility fumbles at my feet never lost <br />wearing shoes of all those who came before.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/try-to-understand-3/
