The (good) Sheppard

It was a will of the mind,

spoke a voice inside.

For the very little I know,

there is no sign.

So, I look for things that aren't-

aren't there.

No sheppard to see.

In this vast wilderness of thought,

a mind wanders.

A search only looking for -

found a case of treasure,

only once its been open...

imagine what's inside.

On the inside,

(there may be nothing.)

An empty treasure,

setting the universe in motion.

Before you opened it,

what you thought was inside.

Was not.

But it was a sign,

if things you never thought possible,

suddenly became true.

What would you think.

What could you do.

If not,

- not looking.

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- Marco ©️