Querulous mind
Is the urge to create innate
or a passing mist, quirk of fate,
doomed to die, as we wingless fly,
in dream waves that will soon abate?
Questions: what, where, when how and why
spurred by mind, lets not bliss draw nigh,
shrouding soul’s light, caged in within,
ego spawned urge, which we decry.
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