I sometimes see a mystic
who writes upon a page
Then I see a scientist
who is the modern age
They both scribble on paper
for what I do not know
It spells the meaning of life
to that I just suppose.
Yet! I myself do scribble
upon the paper I have in hand
I write my thoughts in poetry
read by anyone who can;
Through mine is the beginning
to the meaning of which is life
They are my thoughts all the same
of the pathways we may gain
To search for dreams and happiness
in life's ever present game.