My thoughts run away to hide br seeing rocks I turn them over br to find pleasures discarded. br br Sand untouched but by a breeze br rooms forever I hide in of them br waiting for you to show and speak. br br Great is an ants queen workers br needs of the few having many br pleasure is an art never found. br br Thinking on these words on all the pins br infinite are the pins words run out br ink can dry all the tears carried from. br br Water can be hot the sun can be cold br pondering thoughts forgiving souls br blameless feet always marching on. br br The burning mind is never without pain br the flesh is on fire like those in the forest br trees of the soul growing never sleeping. br br Fumes of life bare the scent of greatness br humility fumbles at my feet never lost br wearing shoes of all those who came before.