Patience. Peace. Prayer. A whisky saline fragrance gushes through As your feet parade through those fine grained fragmented pillows of beige Pinks and oranges swell in the midst of cottony mist A lingering taste of freedom - perfectly piquant, a little sweet Another leisure walk of respite Perhaps knowing you've made it. About four reasons to believe you did. Tints to tones. A familiar sense of comfort the grasp of childhood strokes Here is freedom Your path is carved Now knowing your way, you take to your wings Fly, fly high and blend with those pinks and oranges Perhaps winning is never the end It's finding your way There is fulfillment with goals but a sweeter accomplishment the aftertaste of tiramisu that comes with clarity. So fly, knowing your way They'll be there. They're happy Your presence forever Resonating. Reverberating. - Bhavana R