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.
Copyright © Johny Smith | Year Posted 2009
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