Wrought Iron

My mind in a daze

Contemplating fate

Thoughts fled from my gaze

Astonishing rate

Carefully-made phrase

Just crumbs on a plate

The questions I raise

Not up for debate

Not some passing phase

Nor fad as of late

Once lost in a maze

I’ve opened the gate

As much as it weighs

I try not to hate

For honesty pays

And truth carries weight