Carry forth in mustard yellow the sacred thoughts abandoned
Reach beneath the waves to find old memories long gone
And hold tight to that which offers a serenity and peaceful tide
Blending created mysteries to sought intensity of attention
Where faith is tested crowds do hide the lost individual’s hope
But restful is the sweet surrender to oft misplaced creativity
Wind down when momentum strays from the perceived path
So time will instead offer up suggestions best held tightly to
For what we will be is built upon those choices quickly met