Looking out of the window of my mind,
I see what is done!
I cannot decide a win from a loss!
Failures turned out to be valuable lessons.
The grip of these philosophical meanderings,
Holds my attention, pertinent only to me.
Who speaks the truth?
Is there such a thing as truth?
When spin appears to be authentic
we all need to choose a horse to ride.
the result, a tower of ‘Bable’, of massive proportions
when the dark moves on, hope moves in.
