The Journey Poem by William S. Jensen

When I was a boy, I could not figure out
All that was around, and what was life about
It seemed that all that was, was all that life has been
And what was still to come, was just between within
Every other thought that came to bring some light
Was just another thought, to dim to be too bright
Sometimes I'd think I knew, but then I'd know I'm wrong
Sometimes I'd thought I'm in, but learned I don't belong
Other times my state, was just within extremes
Not concerned with life or what existence means
Was that state of being, within life sublime?
Or was it just a state, torpid passing time?
What I know today, in my half life state
Is that within extremes, does not a life equate
Life is not a state, of unfettered bliss
Without life's extremes, life does not exist.