Sonnet 4

Come to the point and be all that you may,
Dance and dance and dance around what you find.
Always searching, never receiving day.
Thus we find our thoughts are here declined.
Start again and try to foresee your challenge.
Our neurosis sees into that abyss,
That young men shake and quiver and derange,
So they might be like old men whom see bliss.
Expect and ware that deconstructing myth,
That we circle to secrete out of this.
Know that answers only given forthwith
Create honesty otherwise amiss.
   We know and do not know respectively,
   Because we try to act objectively.

Sonnet 3

I don't know why but I feel the need to write sonnets.

Through time and space the infinite questions,
Purview that which we do not know as yet.
What we know comes with the alterations,
Of full circle philosophies we've met.
"Questions beget more questions." Teacher says.
But where is the ultimate question found?
Knowing this would lead us to that which is,
Incomprehensible nature unbound.
Multiverse can purpose us to resist,
That nature can alternate position,
Of those to us that already exist,
Despite our experienced rendition.
 What? How? Who? When? Where? Why? only begin
  The questions that may too lie there within.