Point of Origination



When you travel down new paths

And realize you were there last

You know it's not your mind playing tricks

For it becomes obvious there are picks



For the map is constantly changing

The signs are always rearranging

But the place where you came in

Is always underfoot, yet lost within



And after a while you just know

There are forces above and below

Turning you around in circles ...

Making everything a circus ...



And you realize there's no prize

For keeping all those past ties

So you decide it's time to retrace

And thus deal with your own life space



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

10:10am January 14th, 1999