I wander through this clumsy mind,
Hither and thither, hoping to find -
What? Perhaps a thought, to pin
Upon a piece of paper, and then-
Questions? Answers? Puzzles? Truth?
Words to snare a lover? Food
For the soul? And yet, it seems
As I chase these paper dreams
They escape me, always out of reach.
For, though I try, I cannot leech
Upon myself. I must look elsewhere
For more solid ground, that will bear
These childish fantasies:
My castles in the air.