Where Should I Stop?

As a poet My mind is always on the road Foraging for the beautiful pearls of life And sometimes stumbling across a hard block of pain Even when I am not looking My mind sees a lot Some of the things I dismiss Out of utter disgust or lack of time Some of the things I hold close to my heart To cherish the beauty of life And nourish my curiosity Some of the things Are best left alone I am always on the path of discovery Sometimes the discovery is so out of this world That I keep it to myself Again other times I unfold my hands To show you the mystery The items of imagination Are beautiful beyond imagination Even a tear Can cause you to smile The intrinsic beauty Surpasses the pain The journey of a poet Never ends Where should I stop? And rest a bit Or should I go on? Into the woods of imagination The far reaches of consciousness And bring more light More joy More sorrow More Love