the dark alley leading through my soul
contains access roads
to my conscience
the texture of my convictions is bold
giving answers in the
form of questions
my physical self is sold
into bondage
to worldly pursuite until i'm old
upon my back is the path
that i chose
a look into my eyes, the abode
of a cold winter's snow
the crevices of my existence contain
only those things that i know
unrevealed to the world
they never show
mysterious descriptive words
could not capture
the essence of these traveled
roads
the eclipse brings forth
the secret codes
once deciphered, what lies beyond
the answer to universal
wholeness