My Place To Think

[Aengus Og]

When I need to think,

I go away.

Way up high,

and waste the day.



I sit on a rock,

and look to the west.

I watch the sun fade,

as it continues its quest.



Ive been here a lot,

I need to it seems.

More and more often,

to keep hold of my dreams.



The wind blows hard,

and howls cross the land.

And the fog embraces me,

when I reach out my hand.



Up here there is peace,

or at least a cease-fire.

From the day to day war,

of which I tire.



So Ill continue to come,

to this mountain of stones.

Until I need to no more,

when earth covers bones.