My transit

Wandering Soul
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
World of Dreams Photography by Caras Ionut

Unable to transit to the world of my dreams
The ladders I climb, the sound of screams

Wondered my mind, to fathom to find
Forever are we in transit of some kind
From where we depart, Was there ever a start
We continue to fend, Is there ever an end?

It’s the creation of the ingenious mind
It may be God or one of our kind
Inception of the dream of avarice into the minds of the astray
To rescue them from incoherence, To save them from the sway

Now on the path to spiritual acuity
To discern the real from the ostensible reality
Theories I encounter many a flawed
I often wonder who created God

Beyond the circles, many paths extend
My transit I can see is nearing its end

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Wandering Soul

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Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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