What I've Learned / What I'm Learning

Sometimes I dream of coloured worlds of no hurt Surround me in warmth and bright, sparkling, all-knowing glow All so distinct you stop just to absorb the thought That all matters and does not, but none of it can be bought I have arrived I know the secret to contentment now I can see a thousand screens of possibilities But it’s alright Tense but mellow Prudently waiting for wings to grow I grasp at trains of thought, ever present but somehow not Allow the many thoughts undulate into themselves, you into twists and turns, the likes of which you’d only read in a Richard Madeley novel They’ll knock you out of your centre, and at some point I realised that time’s the only thing we spend fades away, everything else is traded