My mind has lost all purpose and direction,
A compass crazed by gleaming steel encountered,
No longer pointing north, without intention,
About its axis spinning yet uncentered.
It vacillates, from task to task is thrown,
Forever strives the gentle blade to see —
Its hidden core a labyrinth unknown
Wherein my new-found fantasy walks free.
But is this metal cause that I aspire?
So briefly glimpsed, can it have dealt this plight?
Oh no! 'Tis my own longing and desire
That keep my thoughts a-wandering day and night.
Yet if I dared to wish, I might entreat
That yearnings and reality should meet.