I find my deepest solitude within thy arms

The weight of thine ponderings flow with freedom

And without the bindings of thine conscience

And unto thy arms do I retreat

From whence to set forth with pleasure

And to revel in awe

The musings of thine own troubled mind

From whence the deepest depths do they come

And treacherous are the walls

These walls these fractured musings must traverse

Though must I yet and must I still, find refuge in thy arms

And thus spew forth thy ponderings without restrain

So let the pundits of thy day debate in scholar and in grace

And decide with clever minds, far more so than mine

Does thine truth be insane or doth insanity be thine truth

Mine mind is touched nor neither bound by either sway

‘tis release and freedom’s peace

That which I seek within thy arms

And if then thou doth be truly insane

Wouldst thus thy news be known unto thee

And wouldst thou but question and ponder still

Or wouldst thou float with bliss unto thy sea

                             In thine solitude within thy arms