The questions of an inquisitive mind
split it and sprawl it in diffusive wind,
on paths indented with so many prints
of varied feet that are the only hints
that these paths might unite like rivers do,
and bring together all i ever knew.
But where they seem to meet has been the same
spot of the start of the chase of the game.
Yet this approach is but asymptote,
and now the path is not river nor moat
and is undefinable as the love
needed to seek out the questions above.
For focusing on the end of the quest
will keep mind and body
shackled from rest.
