Mysterious Wonders Poem by Lento Maez

Lost in a maze of mysterious wonders
Ones thoughts have a tendency to meander
To focus on a singular thing is wasted time
When the world beckons one to the sublime
Ones conscious may seek to know
What if, why not, where will it go
And yet the curious self will show
That life not lived is lost and afloat
Some may seek to row a boat
While others fear to cross the moat
I’ve often wondered what lies ahead
And then I pause my thinking
And go to bed