All my ponderings-
Are really quite a pain.
If not for the exhilarating thrill,
Of having, through i-cosmos revealed,
I'd surly be walking-
A much different way.
As it stands though-
By his hand wrote,
I'm a player for his game.
Carrying a bland hope,
Into his lands owned,
Wishfully thinking-
He too, might be saved.
It seems to me however-
A perpetuating sham-honed,
For the realization of his dream.
Leaving me, again alone-awake,
As his dreams find restful sleep...
