It was a journey of the soul,
A question of my odd being,
Why I expirience these thoughts,
Why long breaths of time feel fleeting.
I ventured out, far, long and wide,
Each turn and curve tricking me,
That my queries are cleared, answered,
But nice things never come for free.
I thought so hard, I almost discard,
The need to inhale and breathe,
My mind is on autopilot,
Soon landing on truth, I...