Over time, as we slide in and out of more doors

Impatience which was ours when we tried to score

Points - as we roped in minds, hearts and hopes

Finally disappears, as soap does, tied to a rope



And then we learn - as time becomes our friend

There's a realization of close ties which won't end

And as we tag along with friends who've come to know

There could be serious discussion, or even a fun show



But more and more - we do assume the very sense

There are stable minds here, and without pretense

To things other than the facts, which can't be bent

For no amount of arm-twisting - will make a dent



And as we take a chair, to sit back and enjoy the ride

We sense a hidden beauty, which does seep out of sides

And as we lean into the wind, and feel the breeze near

Fluttering our eyelids, and burning our cheeks to sear



We do realize things are not so perfect in this camp

For even so there are things which are a little damp

There is good thought here which pervades the air

And also - a very thorough willingness so to share



So we do return often in order to bask in the light

As we become one with people who give us much insight

Into the way we have evolved into the beings we are

Even though we may not have seen how to become stars



And so we return once more into the encampment here

In order to try and assess value to all we hold dear

And as we sit back - once more, to experience the ride

We know now - we can never, ever again - run and hide



For even though there is some pain in the assessment

We do know there is accuracy, which is even a blessing

For all we need do now is channel this good vision

And use it to alter the future and charge our mission.



- Tristram