Let your eyes skim through these lines,
There’s nothing much here to say,
Drift off to foggy meadows and hills,
Let your mind glide away.
These words are nothing but symbols,
Let them bask in their own bliss
Leave them be and disappear,
Let your soul go amiss.
Let these syllables ring in your head,
But do not listen to their sound,
Compose your own rhythm
And the world will resound.