From my mind lifts winter's clouds
Devilish tricks, a carrot of spring
Leads me on, epiphany, to where?
Who asks what the fates bring?
Certain that if just more clear
Through the murky waters see
The answers I seek, I hope
Not more vague ambiguity
Some basis for this medium
I seek, In which we all exist
But can I ever know from
within the medium, that's the twist
Spring's trick is my endless hope
That one day the puzzle solved
And I can say for certain why
Our circular paradox evolved.
But truth is an evasive maiden
Whom catch I probably never will
Is trying just a waste of time?
When more fertile grounds I could till
And yet, it keeps me alive, waiting
for another day to waste in wonder
contemplate the uncontemplatable
what others deem unworthy of ponder
