to tibet she thinks where it is quiet
i wish to sit in a little cell of stone and gold
my clothes and things would not be important
and i would listen to the birds in my heart
to decide
why i always choose the wrong man
to decide
if i want to recluse myself forever
but i’m not sure she thinks i want
to carry on searching to find
a little cell of stone and gold
inside me one day
one day she says i’m going to tibet
Poem: tibet
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