Now that time has passed,

Inhibed by medication

Made to get well past

The ghosts that came from meditation,



I sit and write on a sunny day

In winter; warm, as they say.

Sat next to someone I am willing,

My heart and soul giving.



With those harsh rhymes I try to tell

Something with few words unlike a tale.

But what to choose to giev life

To many sentenecs having the sound of strife?



So now, time has passed.

Inhibed by revelations

Made to be well

And live without medication.