If by thought I could change the past,
Or by wishing upon some neon star,
Only in a moment it would be grasped,
Then once again be left to drift afar.
To clench and grip the passing time,
Does unearth the transparent measure,
And cause the footsteps to follow blind,
Unto an elusive goal or treasure.
Yet the place to search continues within,
To discover the merit or continued cost,
And if by this we are not left with a grin,
Alas I think it all be lost.
And will it ever answer the age old question? To be or not be....? :) Loved the thoughts within the thoughts here. Amy
Gentle is the night♥