Something to stew on

walking down cobble streets, worn thin by beaten feet.........
coming to mind........conceived thoughts of time............
....trying, striving, dying IlLuSiOnS are presented......
undescribable fusion relentless...

breathing is deceiving, finding answers when sleeping...
wandering in cavernous thoughts never ending,
taking control is the beginning........

learning to hold things precious and close.......
when the sun rose, the story.... ....had been told..................