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