In a land of people
Skin defines their name
A number takes the blame
They are stuck in the stone grave
Built from their birth
But the mind is transformative
Changing with a flick
The mountains are dusty
Mental dip
So quick
The meditator mediates
By examining the self
But existence is complex
As the world escelates
In the desert
A man will speak
At the hights of the hills
He wil break apart your knowledge
Of what is a thrill
This man may become wild
He may look uncivilized
But listen to this man
For in his eyes
Is you, a child
@ Camile McGregor