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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
