Wherever You Go

©2015, Olan L. Smith

You befuddle my mind, Wizard, and turn it in inside out.

Blend after stirring, is your recipe for confusion amid consciousness;

I try to pin down and fix a concept only to find I am fastening air

To air, and the pegs drift away in the void.  Old ideas, concepts,

Realities wash away with the tide, and the only constant I find is change.

We are not the observer―we are the illusion, and the question

Becomes are you an illusion, too.  Why create an illusion that thinks?

Is it all about you?  The Wizard replies, "It has never been about

                 Me, it has always been about you."