As I Wander In My Thoughts Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As I wander in my thoughts,
Long way out of the roads;
The curtain becomes more drawn,
And my ponder fills with loads.

The dreams are lifting the heights,
From ground and to the sky;
And all my head thus it fills up,
With questions such as why,

For all I know I'll ask again,
If reasons are behind a cloud;
I search and then I am taken,
To all forms of way and doubt,

The knowledge is so profound,
And everything in doctrine kept;
I've propounded a mystical night,
And have not much since slept.