The Way In

For every one who can’t find a way in
Blame it on the natural way of things
To peel the layers would yield more
Layers upon themselves, unordered

The way in is experiencing overgrowth
It may be a permanent closed eye
Leaving things by the road at night
Forgetting is the way like leaving

His is a restless, old traveler’s soul
The way in is the ever changing
Content on a townless highway
Peace in sandstone towers by

At home with superficial glances
Deeper than high country snow
The way in may...