The Hinterland
I have my own personal Hinterland
that is hidden behind a public face
Removed from scrutiny no rules apply
A secret place no history to trace
In this Hinterland resides my greatest fears
accompanied by wild and brave ambition
No scrutiny can puncture its protective skin
No comfort here or disturbing condition
Freed from world’s staged performances
No rules apply the pathway set to random
Unfettered joy accompanies abject misery
Here these two conditions reside in tandem
The product of this most unlikely marriage
removes all depression and wild fantasy
Resulting in a calm and peaceful refuge
where I can live in the way I wish to be
Some may say this all sounds mediocre
I respond my journey now much calmer
as I balance the good against the bad
My Hinterland has become Nirvana
copyright Michael King