Where ever does it end?
When does it stop?-
This need to comprehend,
The mystery of thought?
Ever thinking;I pretend,
To have the riddle solved-
Believing-as I'm leaping the edge,
That I'll meet a final fall.
Yet every cliff-my jump ascends,
Leaving me upon this wall.
Appeased, I walk as best I can-
Knowing full well-'tis not me,
To which my feet belong...
