This I believe
I try, to conceive
Selfless glee, runs out to free
Guide of mind’s, insanity
Run to find, how I believe
While I obstruct
As thoughts run, deduct
Can’t agree, inside of me
Like a lock, without a key
Try to find, how I obstruct
This that I sound
Confused, yet am bound
Came to be, as my debris
Tries to make, a common plea
See to find, how I can sound
While I relate
Thoughts that want, debate
Locate myth, to attain pith
Making wide, my focused width
Learn to find, how I relate
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Amazing. A sort of 'roundelay' type poem, coming back to the start. Very clever indeed. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX