It has a biased mind
It can’t be described
Its location is uncertain
It is not a search, nor an accident
It is not a hobby, nor a chance
It requires discipline and patience
It requires knowledge and extension
It gives new meaning to meeting and parting
In it there is unexpected excitement
In it problems look too big or too small
In it disconnected seem connected
In it there is frustration
In it there is thrill of the unknown
It is the handiwork of an illusionary mind
And it works best in an imaginary mind