I Wonder

Nature holds me in its sway; Paul promises to set me free. I choose the way, Or does the way choose me? Over Truth's door watches Mediocrity, Before its throne sits Paradox. Truth's sentinels stand immortally. For now, I am inexorably forced to concede Their unwavering power over me. Does it matter? Why do I think about these things? Meaning is abused, Perceived as a limit. Reality is rendered abstract; A void. So does Truth escape my grasp; Will its guardians fade? And so persists my wandering mind, Looking forward, backward, side to side So I can pierce the iron veil And over Truth prevail.