It took flight, gone, out of my sight.

Can't describe what happened,

It was there and then it wasn't.

A thought, a note of symphonic beauty.

A carousel without a brass ring-

Circumnavigating the world of thought-

Taking the barb of slings along the way.

Who says there is no price to pay?

We can build our house of thoughts,

One block on top of another, finished.

The world had no comprehension, daft.

Will I see what has been hidden from me?

Engaging in a colloquy of the masses.

Leaving behind thoughts that stirred the pot,

Engaging in sports of the mind,

Where the winner never collects his due.