raindrops

this is the boundary of complex spaces
where we discover who we truly are
and why our thoughts achieve what you would bar
not once or twice but with greatest graces
and do not halt you'd think we find traces
under the signs that ancient forces mar
or trade for glory in the vast bazaar
where honest people dare not show their faces
this is the normal intercourse of day
spoken by many when they mark the wall
and note the passage is not filled with joys
uch thought assumes that we are here for play
and have achieved what would the wise appall
making the world no more than one small toy