My Inner BeingFrom the old to the new school, With paper and ink as a tool, The thought being the treasure, Something incapable of being measured, The thought being my inner being, This being is beyond thinking and seeing, To travel somewhere new or different, My inner being is the only thing permanent, It is the spirit throughout the living, Abundantly taking and giving, As the material in my world manifests, My inner being rests, This is my home, Taking it with me where I roam. |
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