Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought
Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought.
But she told me to rather stay curious: live
Never contented with answers they give.
Philosophy, science, and logic: they fail
To reveal metaphysic and all it entails.
I fade as the years do, afraid, in the night,
That time, chipping edges, will turn off our light,
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought:
Now lost in a forging, my mind wholly wrought,
I question: 'tis habit, rather than accept
I flounder about in a history swept
Of comforting truths, and step into mist
Questioning freely whether I exist.
But I do: and the ink of philosophers
Streaks and then reforms on my mind in new words.
And I love it and hate it in equal part,
For to seek without cease restores my worn heart;
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
But she told me to rather stay curious: live
Never contented with answers they give.
For though there is truth absolute and revealed,
So much is a mystery, tied up and sealed
In time and in space: in a galaxy glow,
In cold salty depths of the oceans below,
And in the abstract: in memory, dreams,
And in love and in joy and the way your heart screams
In the pain of the loss of her. She my muse;
And I, always curious, turn to pursue
The answers eluding the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
postscript
For Day two: the licentia. This one was a bit difficult to do without sounding a bit like Dr. Seuss. It was long, and it's the end of the day and my brain hurts and I have to get up early. But of course, it is the ones like these that force you to grow as a poet.