Wandering Thought

I don’t understand.

Such mental confusion

Led to absolute delusion.

One thought left to wander

And look at it now.

Every wanderer grows immensely

Through the trials of travel,

Down many a road

And through a great many battle.

A thought left to wander and grow,

With the world to see,

Which way shall it go?

Be weary when you steer,

The journey is foggy,

Only in the end can you now see it clear

But where is it?

 The end, is it near?

This undulating journey,

Will it end in glory?

Or conclude in fear?

“Only time will tell”

Said the old woman,

Leaning against the resting tree,

Smoking her pipe,

Speaking softly to me,

“Its okay,

This is not your defeat,

Just let it be,

Life will move on,

In holy good time time,

You’ll be complete. “

Time,

Time is the hardest thing.

With no reason,

Or rhyme

Outside of a simple mortal being.

Ill wait,

And Ill wait,

And Ill mark each and every date.

But only seconds have past

In this eternity of mine,

I say with a sigh

And the slight of a rhyme

“How long must this last?

This monotonous passing of time?”