Facing Facets Of Timely Reminders. Poem by Dan Reynolds

I wound my way through the maze of me
unaware of the unseen company

Walking in parallels, they turned as did I
Appeared and then vanished in the blink of a why.

The man and the boy and the being without
as one, on a quest, on a question of doubt

Never finding the truths, for the truths are well masked
Insufficient heed paid, to the questions we asked.

Still I knew they were there
Still I knew they were me
Still I knew if we met
We would never agree.

For, for all they have learned
stored behind the brick wall
of the mind’s ebbing tide,
there’s more
we can't recall.