I float in time with open mind...
A quest, a chance of riddled thought:
Infinity squared; then seek to find
An answer; pained and overwrought,
I dodder with an addled head -
Befuddled, merging with a haze of
Mysticism -
Then to tread a metaphoric swamp -
A maze of existentialism…
But now for time to tick in rhyme
With ‘tock' - a clock to tell thro' chime
Precisely on the knell
That as I dared to understand,
I must be deep in Hell…