I question in ways when papered to word <br />That pleasure the days to measures unheard <br /> <br />I come to realize an invention that lies <br />In desires of fires for thought <br />Enters the mind in an entropy kind <br />Of way to brake thought to a rot <br />So fixin the wheel and findin a feel <br />For questions yet to be sought <br />The answer may lay in an inventive way <br />Inside of a mind to be taught <br /> <br />To guess of the mess why patterning bests <br />Suits the riddles of me <br />Inventing intent of thought pattern bent <br />Riddle my question to be<br /><br />Paul Moosberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-can-t-i-stop-inventing/
