Our Elite Inner Self. Poem by Anthony Fry

Splendors of those early morning inner personal self recollections.
Oh! that innocent beautiful bright worldly crazy little love adventure.
With a blink of an eye, we have an understanding change of thoughts.
Energetic pleasure of our infancy and youth, fun delights of a fugitive.
We must reconnect inner self, with our shadowy awakening inner me.
Infinite inner self possibilities delight our radiance, become so bright.
Toiling to find that inner self we ignore our common sense extension.
And gorgeous dreams within our sleep, forgetting authentic pleasures.
Responsibly we perceive visionary gleams of a childhood recollection.
Sometimes listen to your inner voice, and retreat from danger within.
Thankful for elite inner self gifts of appreciation of love and kindness.