Bemused in the in between
Of what this is and what is real

Lost answers to questions
Never knowing it all
Truth crooked and dusty
Like pictures hanging in a hall

Behind dark shadows
Void of any light
Mysteries of the world
Multiplying by night

Baffling choices
The means to an end
Mysteries keep folding
Changing things again

Blind eyes that see
Touch without feel
Loss of sight
Of what is real

Bridges are built
Maps are drawn
Points to nowhere
That take too long

The quest continues
The path is a ring
The constant search
For one real thing

08/14/2004