When Words Trail
While the mind will take excursion,
in wonder in respect to conversion
would the opportunity toward freedom
be allowed inside this patterned fiefdom.
While respect of inspiration seek calm,
the trail run cold still awaits in palm
some possibility, some idyllic frame
of mind that draw delight in its game.
In whilst the turmoil of lackluster time
feels in the onset just that certain grime,
must we always ponder the profound,
even when no love for word can be found.
Perhaps it is simply the fortune of beauty
gives peace to a sedentary turns frivolity.