Shifting Sand

In the eyes of some – seen as defeat

Blind to the virtues of retreat

Wheels of the soul spin on the street

Until through the silence – your heart you meet

Don’t know to where – but must make haste

Misguided values – leave soul to waste

Faraway eyes – a smile, fixed there with paste

March to a drum – not ones own taste

Shed conformities suit – off the rack, won’t fit

Can’t run from self – when quietly you sit

When wall of doing – eventually is hit

Quiet reveals within – a vast toolkit.

Often to have - given more weight - than to be.

Time spent pounding pavement instead of – under a tree

Discover eyes, of the heart – a new way to see

Transform a life – align with true destiny.