Trapped in a beautiful reality,

Twirling my Mobius strip.

Walking on burning fallacy,

Standing on the edge of spontaneity, I flip

into the abyss—

blinded by the power of silence

overcome with the feeling of bliss.

I know not where I’m going

for the path turns and bends

with the wind, blowing

my sailboat to the end

of the beginning—

and perpetual awe

of the beauty of reality:

My ever changing Mobius strip.