I've taken a walk through the mind of God,
Striving to evaporate the self that comes off,
Burning bridges along the twisting roads of repetition,
Enduring the consequences of unknown intentions,
A pedestrian with little rite to passage,
Fearless of others for I am my savage,
Where automated constants instinctual forms become,
Where my judgment of others strike mirrors or none,
Dodging as I do those careless charging iterations,
Hopes and dreams and fruitless masturbations,
Yet only should solarium reveal a path,
Then haunt I those same circles sweat and staff,
Eyes debating feet to be the sorer of the two,
Aligns emotion and thought to that which I do,
Though closed and soaked are they where bridges amiss,
Corresponding waves lap passing future a kiss,
And unto my own I do regret returning,
With nowhere to go while enduring the yearning,
To gaze again through this window perplexed,
Into the mind of God through the lens of respect...