and musings

thorns without the rose, trunks without leaves.
graves without stones, clouds without skies.
souls without rest, stories without plots.
reason without sense, songs without music.
the raven flies now, to where no one knows.
the black cat crosses the paths of many,
and none at the same.
no one, nothing, nowhere. life is not complete.
no reason, no meter, no rhyme nor wit.
nothing is done, nothing is finished, nothing is complete.
nothing to learn, nothing to lose. there is everything,
everything is but nothing. all goals are for naught-
a spider with no web. what use is an instrument that
plays no music? what is truth without facts? nothing. useless.
thus it is with me, i seek, and i do not find.
a scout without a map, a sculptor with no stone.
i am lost within reality's maze, and need the key, what it is--
i do not know.