Whenever reading poetry, I always try and search for the intent of the writer. Ideas can be complex or simple. The complex ideas elaborately define their intentions, leaving no room for imagination. Simple ideas, if portrayed correctly, lead the mind to certain thoughts. The mind wanders. The inner self can produce its own assumptions and may or may not find the intent that the writer originally had. Yet some take simple ideas at face value. I’ll leave that one up to you.
Found
Found time, I have,
yet more I seek to gain.
Found peace, I have,
yet more I seek to give.
