Lanes Of Interpretation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonal incantations flow ever on, over definitions and
peripheral vision.
Scratching and scrawling on reams of paper, writing
momentary thoughts as life continues it's pace without
me.
Head in clouds, mind in another stratosphere,
attempting everlastingly to make some sense - to find
meanings that will hold true forever.
Lightly dimming feelings as they step into the limelight
for some recognition.
All of life is spent in traveling universally created
lanes of interpretation.
Mysteriously, life holds it's solutions interiorly,
never letting them come out into the open.