What Moves the Mind

asks the voice inside

because the Will

next door I believe

has my agenda

with options

a, b, A, B...

Do you see?

thru the hedges

the path is skewed

as if it's linear

we can choose

a rhyme

or counterpoint

in time...

necessity

begs us question

Why...?

and turns us

out on a

noose

revealing

openings

these green feet

never knew

for all the fertile

weeds seemed

True

to myself

I plot on

for an aim

not quite

centered

upon...

Faith

Or is it

Fate...?

sends me

like a pinball

rolling up

and down

my sleeves...

For a task

nags and its

master

like a disconnect

must be

complete,

temporarily...

07.21.2020

Write a poem about a maze of some sort. It does not have to be a physical maze (although that is cool too!). Think outside the box. @gcowrites