A Mind's Play

Obscure shadows in the niches of conscience,

Blunt images of guilt; truth is a pretence.

Following unreal pathways forged in the mind,

Crumbling, stumbling, where hopes are knotted, wills tied.

The serpentine trail extends endless,

Between peaks of elation and gorges of sadness.

Nude feet embarking on self discovery,

Left, embossed, are steps of his uncertainty.

Hallucinating mirages exploit and bewilder,

But thirst persuades to seek the last wonder.

Frail now, with blistered feet, the pathway ends,

Blood stained hope extinguishes with the last bend.

Anguish overwhelms; the toil gone to waste,

O, ye fool! Gaze up! Man is, forever in haste.

Upon the call the head is raised to see,

Beyond the cliff, a brilliance, in the midst of a sea.

The tolling lighthouse calls the ones led astray,

The seeker sighs, finally! The end of his mind’s play.