even in the most rational of mind, the passions overtake me
in the depth of thought, we forget why the solutions make sense
where in the dreaming was i ever driven to know, to know?
i cannot map the places where i have been; they all disappear
and sometimes i am lost in the place where i am, anywhere
to imagine the place where i am to be, and have it come true
for there come times when destiny makes its mark on the world
and the passion bear fruit, where the work itself is the magic