In foresight
asking this
do you still see the things
when you close your eyes?
To see things in which
you might despise?
Haunting inside darkness
cries
to the thoughts frequently
randomized.
With lies of wonder
worry and woe
to keep your eyes to toss
to and fro.
Bewitching first to realize
to make oneself wise
upon thoughts we don't
hardly recognize
until slumber permits
also resists
until these fancy
queries refrain our lists.
Why must we in constant dawdle
hurry along as if no tomorrow?
We never rest
continually to follow
the carrot on the stick.
For what does it profit
the heart and soul
if the mind never
gains control?
And this never lends to sleep?
So making the heart much weak.
Oh, to close my eyes and begin to sleep.
Not think.
Is eternal health and flourishing.
I wander into the garden
That I wander before
Wandering into wondering
Breaking through more
I am bitter now
And maybe more sure.
I think I want more.
Though not really sure.
I quiver in wonder
Wandering slumber
I cry when I know
I have failed before.
I can't remember exactly
The turns in the fields.
I hope that this time
My heart yields.
Wondering in slumber
Internal number
Infinite
I wish.
I want this.
I do.
But what do I do?
I'll pet the kitten
As it passes by
Follow it through
To the other side.
But if it's correct
To place me there
I shudder to wonder
What happens in
curiousness I dare.
Wandering into wonder
I will do it again
With fear as my friend.
Hoping that this time
I remember the way to the end.
