In quiet reverie I stand alone
On salty beach o’erlooking endless sea.
The peaceful memories are those I own
From reaching back into eternity.

Young as the moment, old as time itself,
I understand what can’t be understood,
Like dusty books upon a dusty shelf
Where once the mighty strains of wisdom stood.

My pride o’ercomes me, knowing the fool I am,
And, knowing this, am humbled once again.
From trap to trap like slaughter to the lamb,
I wonder now just where the hell I’ve been.

The battle plans to bring the world to peace
Have all been drawn within the soul of me –
To force conflicting issues all to cease;
The Master Plan to conquer tyranny.


And when the moment comes to launch my scheme,
The colored sunset obfuscates my eyes.
Perceptions all reversed within, ‘twould seem;
In weakness lies the power of the wise.

In quiet reverie alone am I,
The pounding sea massages endless shore.
Again I breathe the universal sigh –
And peace descends upon the world once more.