When I’m lost for words, I find my true voice
For silence is borne with the wisdom of choice
By finding my heart, I’m losing my head
For feelings are tangles of words best unsaid
When I’ve found myself, I lose my disguise
For freedom is built on the absence of lies
By losing my love, I’m finding my friends
For trusting begins when the certainty ends
When I’m lost in dreams, I find inner sight
For vision is masked by the spectrum of light
By finding my words, I’m losing my goal
For beauty is writ in the language of soul
When I’ve found my feet, I lose my desire
For purpose is fuelled by the passion of fire
By losing my way, I’m finding my path
For meaning is hid in the labyrinth’s hearth
— Wayne Visser