Into a mind a walker weeps
he see's himself deep in his minds eye
and trips onto a pillow of insight
he cannot turn back any more
for behind him stalks a stranger
waiting
he toys with his thought
walking deeper into whispered infinity
weeping tears fall like brick from a building
hello good friend
i've lost my way
i cannot escape
and you walk with me into obscenity
Samson Minder
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toying-with-thought/
