Of Mages And Magic

Return because I can’t figure it out.

I don’t know how to explain myself,

or others, or anything anymore.

My thoughts surround me.

They turn me inside out

With a flash they’re gone

Like the wind they fly by

So out of my grasp

So in my mind

So tangibly intangible

A never-ending paradox of

Wonderings, and worryings

Dreamings and doubtings

Questions that never cease

Yet never begin

Interrupted musings

They follow me up and down and in and out

And all about my wandering mind

There is one thought that is ever present

And yet I cannot always identify it

I wish I could

I know it’s you

And yet I don’t

Such unconcerned concerns

Such paradoxal things

Must my mind be such a complicated mess?

I suppose so

I suppose not

I don’t suppose at all

Instead I wonder and wander

And skip across a minds eye field

Of flowers bright

And starry nights

And fairies with the dew

And magick lands so far away

That tempt my minds eye fancy

That never exist but seem as though

They might relieve my wandering mind

Of it’s wanderings.

Oh to be relieved of these wonderings.

Oh but to talk with you

But who are you?

And back round we go from the beginning to the end

Always a question

Never an answer

A work in progress

Not finished until all is finished

And then I’ll be done

And you’ll be here

And I’ll know who you are