Fathoming Mind

Into the depth of my mind, I dived to fathom it

Like the phantom who dared to explore what it is.

Catacomb like gallery, more like a library

A storage well for all kinds of memory.

Images, conversations layered with heaps of dust

Hurts and scars abound coloured like rust.

Room-mates, class mates, sometimes check mated in life

Romancing, wooing, married and life not without strife

Bubbles of thoughts from all this on the surface

Into the Past, and projections of future, rarely face the present.

Thoughts like an open can of worms, wish it could become less.