One Real Thing by Thomas K. HuntBemused 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
Posted on 08/14/2004 Copyright © 2025 Thomas K. Hunt
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