On a mad, driven search for truth
For love, lust, pleasure and pain
To blatant, teeming, chaotic spans
Cacophonies of thriving cold, damp earth
Of subways and mountains
Arenas, coliseums and the lunatic minstrel shows
Fanning the flames of wanderlust
Only to come to this calm, secluded path
Leading to the bodhi tree
And the shrouded, mysterious expanses of my mind
My Zen Brain 