Meditation

Within the vastness of my mind, there the opportunities arise.

Boundless options abide. To rise above or wither and die.

Shaking off the outer voices, tampering down urges to flee, attempting to decipher your voice and that within me.

An ebb and flow, push and pull, wrestling match persists.

All is not lost.

Time is endless.

The journey goes on just as it has begun, it insists.

Thoughts stride voraciously in.

A bulldozer to feeble attempts of solitude.

The storms die down.

Calm is restored.

Now, what was it I was looking for?