Self Quest

Through the woods, I wander

Playing the strings of self quest,

A search for wings to fly 

The sweetest wine in my hand  I imply.

The light of knowledge I seek 

Where do I find my efforts at peak!?

Holding the strings of self quest,

The whistles of dawn I seek  to set at west.

Though a new day has again begun,

But the zest through the vessels  play unsung,

I caress my words 

amidst the crepitations of my stethoscope,

I may either fly high or tumble down a rope.

These words move my heart by an inch,

The tears also paint with my word's tinge.

A strength in solace an applaud by his encouraging grace,

Keeps me moving far and wide,

Though however  the glitches may hinder my ride.