Rambling
Give it some time,
State of confusion, goes the mind.
Rambling thoughts, causing derision,
Unable to create agile decisions.
Why is the mind in the past?
Anything that should have elapsed?
Or, it is what has been brought today?
Others state of confusion, mind in miscellany.
The ways of contemplation, ramifications collide,
Tough, shut down everything, don’t escalate.
Everyone has to live with their own issues,
Some with one or two, or the whole box of tissues.
What was my rambling about once more?
Loving this walk, though rambling feels like a chore.
A rooster calls, awakens me from my prison,
Telling me the horizon, has arisen.
The juxtaposed of past convictions,
Tangled rambling thoughts, can be induced,
Stop dwelling on what is gone, anticipating predictions,
Be quiet, be still, the peace which can be produced.
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