Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
The details lost
No greys or shadows
The colours lost
No textured nuance
And it occurs to me
The same thing happens
When I shine the light too hard
On the truths I’m seeking
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind
Blogs
Scripts
Software
Relationships
Meticulously
Passionately
Obsessively
Lovingly