A dizzy reality in its calmest state
is what I currently live.
I sense you
in the air I breathe.
Receptive but not zealously alert I am
for signs that shall come forth.
Might I awaken to an expansion
of mental girth.
All is in the pattern of an infinite wreath.
So, shall this journey hold sips of smooth exhilaration
and the destination
a never-ending ocean of sweet mirth.