A Sonnet To Thought
Every
transparent thing, like
love and
hate
has affected me all my days
moving me in a pattern named
fate
which twists and turns in
mysterious ways
Like a
diamond in the rough
I sometimes show
valor
To me it seems enough
For my
enemies to
cower
If
knowledge is power
Then I should be
strong
For I use thought in places
sour
And
end where I belong
I search within for the
answer
Look to the sky for a cue
That he, the unknown
dancer
Will give me a
clue
To these things of which I
tell
Are how I will live within my
cell