lost (and found)

I go as far as I can go
to see what did happen on the way
maybe there is another way to grow
to see the future just today

I write as much as I can rhyme
to see what's hiding behind obvious thoughts
which made me think within the time
I thought I always ought

but everything else and this
is nothing readable to me and eyes
that only see what minds don't miss
to think as very best advice

enough to reject as too insane
but hard to decode as what could be
what lies ahead on the foggy lane
how to break strictly free

within a context somehow unknown
with only strange random tools that fit
within an integrating framing tone
circumspectly composing it

this is what I am writing in
this is what's happening right now
but there is no coming thing to spin
within the words I bow

but somehow something still is wrong
maybe not the theory at all
I hear no name of what comes along
the way I write just to recall

how to use exact fantasy
at the highest point I lost the sight
I was not made writing to be
the one who knows how to write

but I did when I start to read
with eyes from coming thoughts
without knowing that I wrote ahead
what present just has brought

just like I did before