Wind Of Words

Oh what is this answer we all try
to snare, that rides on our thoughts;
Dissipating in air?

To ascend the Glass mountain,
where wisdom is gleaned. Many
warriors have tried, and thinkers
have failed. Their bodies, now dust;
Causes un-prevailed. Never finding
the answer to this simple tale.

To see through blind eyes, and hear
with your fears. This parable
eludes some through all of their years.

Look with your heart, and not rivers
of tears. There is only one answer
to all of your fears. Find it today.

Life's measured in years.

J.J. Oakley