Forest Wisdom

It began as a trek through my soul;
And out of it, destiny arose.
Way, far east of Abilene;
Is where the mushroom grows.
Not quite as far as the Sabine;
Is where the holy cows roam.
If you come to find a patch;
Eat one there, no questions asked.
Oh, the wonders to be found;
How many ideas, floating around?
My destiny soon arose;
The answers were before my nose.
My eyes were opened;
And now I see.
My only destiny;
Are the desires inside of me.

~greyeyesgabriel 1997