A Thoughtful Search

Who breaks the silence that protects me

And in the inner wilderness, called the mind,

Bestows to my borrowed thoughts originality,

Which are the tools that have shaped those thoughts,

Given them an identity,

And allows them to lift and rise anew,

Where are the surveyors who could assess  

The opinions that sway my mind

That gave them the markers to be used,

When would the storm raging within subside,

My mind takes a rest,

To achieve the sublimity, it alone can.