a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

Lonely is the journey of the mind;
For none who pass afar or walk nearby
Who go before or come behind
Can truly privy be to jaundiced eye
With which is viewed a world ill-wrought
Nor feel the same degree of discontented thought.

So self plays its game of solitaire;
Chance guides the hands
Fate moves the pegs from here to there
With dreams the only goad amongst life's shifting sands
Where pretence serves as the mirage others find.
For it's a lonely road - the journey of the mind.


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