I could sit here each day for hours,
Staring at everything there is for me to see -
But really isn't there.
I empower a sovereign state,
Consisting of the barren hills of my mind-scape,
With the occasional mirage of an oasis filled with liquid gold and green thoughts.
A treasure trove of ideas and understandings
But destined to stay its fraudulent self.
You would travel onwards only to be left with cravings of rest and return.
There is no sanctuary for you here,
As you can never be comfortable.
