Cogitation
This head is continually exercised,
The straining of the intellect,
The wearying of my limbs
The waves of thoughts rushing like a volcano.
The glimmering of my eyes,
The flights of imagination,
I vex the brain to unravel mysteries
I provoke my heart to go down into depths too deep
I speak to myself like a lunatic,
I rush to my desk repeating sustained thoughts.
Words are the tools.
Sometimes too heavy I dare not say,
I weave them together and cared less for criticism.
There are depths I cannot reach,
There are heights I cannot climb.
The mind is like an ocean too deep,
There are dark alleys,
There are beams and rays
Oh! this cavernous profundity.
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