Try To Understand

My thoughts run away to hide seeing rocks I turn them over to find pleasures discarded. Sand untouched but by a breeze rooms forever I hide in of them waiting for you to show and speak. Great is an ants queen workers needs of the few having many pleasure is an art never found. Thinking on these words on all the pins infinite are the pins words run out ink can dry all the tears carried from. Water can be hot the sun can be cold pondering thoughts forgiving souls blameless feet always marching on. The burning mind is never without pain the flesh is on fire like those in the forest trees of the soul growing never sleeping. Fumes of life bare the scent of greatness humility fumbles at my feet never lost wearing shoes of all those who came before.