Upon each step upon the road,
there are a million thoughts as the sun beats down,
and the dust and the wind it blows.
and where the times are passing,
in visions of the destination,
there yet may dreams doth flow.
Dreams of inspiration,
and dreams of loved ones over far horizons,
dreams of ideas and thoughts on life,
dreams of words,
and feelings in a million machinations,
and with each movement of the body,
and with a poetry of limbs,
there is a glorious beauty contained skin deep and within,
and as the world fills you with its charms,
in beauty, and in vision,
and in wonder there is calm,
oh, that wonderous calm.