Philosophical

i come bringing with me the heart of the forest
the sun is in my eyes
i know you want to be next to greatness
but what great is
neither the story in which you find me
but rather
in the moment you lose me

for i am neither there nor far away
in your ups and downs
riding the snake like waves
of this rippling trip
winding our ways 
up the long ladder
secret stairway snakes 
and upward it takes 
the mind all the further
the silver disk breaks
and by turbulent dissension

snake self