The turn, the twist, the naked path.
The steps ahead mirror those behind.
Wondering the halls of darkness, nothing rests.
Seeking to find, a way appears out of the blue.
Stepping lightly I dream a dream of dreams.
Wondering the halls of effort, I cease to be.
Looking ahead I notice nothing while understanding floats by.
Try as I may, it evades my every grasp.
Not knowing enough to wonder, I jump with glee that I am.
Existing ceases and the stir awakes the dreamer,
Only to find that existence is the shadow,
that is forever seen before the seer.
Wondering, I become all over again.
Wandering, I seek.
Dreaming, I exist.
Nothing changes but the changes seen.