The Key

Fine, it's time.
You can have all you want.
You can lift, climb, spout, spasm,
writhe, flirt, fathom, eschew,
meander, twist, and cajole,
just tell me what it took first,
just set it down here, now.

Some time. 
Simple, no, it's not that simple.
Time and thought.
There's more, more to you than that.
Time and thought and will.
Will and passion and need and greed
and desire and truth and alone.

Alone with nothing but a made-up world,
a world fashioned from the mind beneath.
The key that's been gone for so long,
there's no such thing as lacking the time
for this book or that book.
Not any longer. 

How idle the mind sits,
withholding the vital words,
the vital essence of spiritual domain.
To free the mind, to free the soul,
to live and truly know the life,
you've got to imagine worlds unknown,
got to read the words of others, 
escape from everything,
just so you can see it all again.