Stone feeling
cause the moon rises
as I fall,
or so it seems.

Beginning of something
that been began long ago.

The need to move
not just mentally
but physically.

A well driven mind,
tired of staying
afraid of going.

And if something bad happens? - seems to ask.

What is bad when the way is good?
Bad or good for who
or whom?

Metaphors ride the mind
while inside chaos is distilled.

So strange it is to delay.
Not yet but still remain,
still the same.

The ways of steady exploration
are tricky...

Some kind of knowledge that knows how to know
but not how to do
or go.

Steadiness it's important in the mind.

Steady,
steady mind.

(be careful what you let inside)