While the days slipped by, from my window, watching....

I float in time with open mind...

A quest; a chance of riddled thought:

Infinity squared, then seek to find

An answer; pained and overwrought,

I dodder with an addled head;

Befuddled, merging with a haze of

Mysticism, then to tread

A metaphoric swamp – a maze

Of existentialism…

Done