Over the Wall (Poetry)

Is there no end to this long trail of thinking? —
no fence imagination will not climb
to see what hides? —
the far off light that’s winking —
its mystery selective and sublime.

Oh, build more walls too high for thought to climb them
and stray into strange lands — don’t risk the calm
of quieter dreams familiar with their story
and safe inside where they can do no harm.

Discipline ideas — odd flights of fancy —
ban them! — Only walk the road that’s known —
it’s so easy to get lost upon some journey —
the mind forgets and madness knows no home.

Danger leaves no map and no direction —
the warning’s in the small print never read —
the door’s unlocked, the gate is leaning open —
there’s nowhere you can’t visit in your head.

Insanity’s an island and a prison
reality’s a maze grown hard to crack —
you wander in without an invitation
and spend forever desperate to get back.