Many are the times have I wondered,
Within the realms of possible happenings.
For my dreams of continuous thought,
Out of consciense though scary,
Is all but a natural possibility.
And today lifes wanders so mytic filled,
And not a mask to this unending possible,
Enhances this step to which I am none the wiser,
Within this realm of what is possible.
And So I trod through life’s timeless classic,
Savouring that which has become all the possible,
For from deep within this space of life,
This given chance dines another possible.
And when to the end I shall bow,
To that which has been this forever brow,
I shall not fail nor regret this open door,
That leads this great beyound and more,
And thus another possibility……