The boundaries of my imagination expands beyond reality
only to collapse at the gates of insanity.
So there I ponder, wondering what awaits beyond the door
once reality becomes boring, how many seeks insanity to explore.
Each drip of ink lies about it's existence
while each word disguises it's true meaning for being.
There it is, another lie
laying between the lines of immortality
exploited by trespassing eyes
that's entertained by it's captivity.
Do you see it?
Those trespassing eyes are yours
being entertained by my captured words
exploited for your
approval of another delusional theory.
Late night thoughts caught and immortalized by the pin
many things come into existence
but all are not caught and savored like lingering flavor.
Some escape into premature conceptions of thoughts
and are never formulated into a conclusion.
Those are the most precious, most essential
most enlighten most often to elusive to grasp
I ponder, I wonder
the one that admits knowing nothing
is often sought the most for the know of something.
Maybe because what is
is actually what is not
so to find out what is not
seek who knows not.
There is none.
It is what it isn't.