The cartography of my mind is yet to be explored,
  I have traversed many plains that were jut ideal
of verses but not journeyed upon.

Trajectories of northern eclipse were where I discovered
the white sheets of new reflections, Never trodden
      upon till I versed over the crisp placidity.

I wandered onwards after leaving footsteps of words
    that would either be evoked in memory or
be just negated and never walked on again..

Gerontogeous locations were where I found my dreams,
lucid apparitions of what had concluded thought my days.
      vivid but untruths, just figments of minds restful whispers.

I awoke refreshed that moment entwined in thought of
  what that tumble-drier of imagination meant.
but it faded in moments like a bubble popping in the breeze.

Portside is where I sailed upon the breeze of morality,
I was used to this place, intentions, ethics that manners, and
curtsey defined me, right and wrong a definition of character.

Upon my travelling I was meet up with recollections that
were of my meeting of others on my journey of life.
For every action has a reaction and defines you the most.

The opposite sister of the dreams, where I delved to travel
upon memory of all that was. Now seen recorded in HD
[High Definition] sounds and smells were explored upon.

Memories ignited by aromas, reliving that precious time
now faded but remembered, in sight and sound even
though no longer there. I smile at this as I walk on.

"My mind is a projection of many different sides I have travelled
within many times,

*"Each time discovering something new about myself.