Journeys of the mind…
How broad the scope of thought,
that dances like a gypsy in the night,
around an ever-growing universe,
and how diverse the mind in seeking time
to somehow explain.
gazing into the romance of thought,
the unrequited machinations
of a soul seeking questions
to the answers in their heart.
Each path followed with trepidation,
other paths in tangent flow,
like roots forever branching
into microcosms of infinite truth,
and what do we know?
Serenely still in repose,
I cannot find my end,
my thoughts like clouds billowing,
transforming into myriad forms,
and I silent, cannot commend the dream.
My dull machine in all it seems,
just lost within this eternal flux,
and follow I might my hearts aspirations,
I can but accept what I must,
to know how small I am
within this enigmatic wonderland.
No matter my projections, my obsession,
I shall not know or win,
for this is beyond my everything,
yet strive I must to know myself,
one small piece to uncover,
within the journey given.
Tony DeLorger © 2017