Scrambled Thoughts
Experience tells me I should know
not to go into the cave and feel the wind flow.
Though inviting, it stimulates me,
then making me wish I were not the fool.
Everyday I look to cleanse myself
of this ancient sin and mold new thoughts.
Hence it seems I should smile,
looking towards home upon a miracle
as I linger and perhaps remove myself.
Then I’m reminded of the aroma of life
and the pounding verse that remains within.