
The Seeker

Why cry? When you can laugh.
Jollied Time itself.
Seconds still sway on.
Present moments-
speak the only truth.
For the past is a fickle duel-
between a rose tinted haze.
The future is dream.
An ever present memory.
Mushroom home-
brings comfort to thee-
this witches day-
the sun does set upon.
Lay thine broom to rest-
recline thy hat-
to relax.
For peace-
shall gift thy-
thine sweet night.
In-
this mushroom home.