Labyrinth Poem by chris dawson

Labyrinth



In the labyrinth that lies

Within that restless mind

As answering such questions

Leaves such questions far behind

And discovery haunts its passageways

With doors left just ajar

Approach is made with rationale

And reason is no bar

To perspective with objective

A view that's shared by few

An idea, which collectively, the masses would construe

As madness, as preposterous, absurd and of a freak

As a right-minded person would never dare to speak

Those words and those expressions

Those philosophies and more

Those very things that spin your heads

And rock you to the core

Can you step back and take a look

At that mind and at yours

To examine all their principles

Their functions and their laws

To question the unquestionable

To deny the rules applied

To open up, express yourself

Reveal all held inside

Of course you cant, as you're just like

The disputers and the blanks

That dismiss the alternatives

As weird and utter kranks

Not understand nor comprehend

Nor see what's there to see

Those levels and those parallels

Imagination free

Beyond those tried restrictions

And confines laid to state

Where muse and contemplation

Run counter to debate

And reflections are restricted

By the light that leads the throng

So that labyrinth remains still hid

As it has done all along

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