thoughts meander me in my mistline
they lay upon a beautiful red line
invading my mind, through my lifetime
transcending figures outwards, through their prime
why wont it give me a sign
so i can do my best to find
what lies within my mind
and ponder upon this precious mistline
the air around me an intoxicating lime
as if a message from the divine
let me drink from his wine
suffocating me across the sands of time