An Interruption To Contemplation

Opening a book,
started with the first line.
A skillful drift and there I look,
into the ocean of fantasy, fine.

An old thought,
followed by ideas brightly lit up.
Gates to the future bought.
Contemplation all lost, in agitation I gulp.

People and places,
memories sweet and sour, countless phases.
A recap of life's chronological chases,
the mind races.

The Lord's wisdom,
taunts the lord himself.
A never ending game, losing authority's kingdom,
like to a damsel, a swain's self.

Thursday, February 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
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