A perplexing labyrinth of understanding drift through my head, <br />So elusive I can never quite paint their shapes, <br />Thoughts induced by light that roam into the late night, <br />Mere illusion cast against the caves wall, <br />To fuel the youthful fire that burns in my breast. <br /> <br />Writing words already half-forgotten, <br />Like tales of old that must be renewed, <br />They are held captive in the chasm of my soul, <br />Only to be scattered across strangers, <br />Dispersed over the earths and moons, <br />This Sir’s tragic song, be sung <br />Of Backward thoughts and crowded garrets. <br /> <br />A spirits solemn yearning for conclusion, <br />Though there is no closure for something, <br />Already long, long forgot.<br /><br />Sebastian Sandok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dabbling-thought/
