Ideas Spring Forth
I wander through its corridors
And up its winding stairs
I enter cobwebbed rooms
And find the yesteryears
I wander through its seasons
And find my autumn there
The leaves are falling slowly
Yet there is no time to spare
I wander through its canyon
And find a river running deep
There is no time to linger
The subconscious never sleeps
I wander through its pathways
A never ending maze
Ideas seem to spring forth
Imagination has its ways!
1-3-2022
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2022
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