Yig The Corner

I am not depressed or a Mourner

Just because I seek the Corner

Avoid the people and Sound

Insulate my Ground

Focus on what I See

There is always an infinitive to accomplish around Me

This corner has become the Best

Giving my Spirit a Rest

But resting is not my Pursuit

I intend to play life like a Lute

Putting my Flare

Here and There

I wait not Long

And sound the clamor is Gone

I leave the corner Behind

For another to Find

Yig Prime