Perhaps, my thoughts in a poem as of 22Jul2015

Just some random thoughts put into poetry

Perhaps my thoughts have a flow

A gentle drifting through the torrents of my mind

It all goes to show

That everything can be kind

Perhaps it all is an illusion

A story being written by a hand or hands unseen

It all might be a delusion

Conjured from the minds of those who have been

Perhaps we are all confused

A slow mud that we crawl through

It seemed a good idea at the time, we enthused

But it would never have come from the heart, it must be long overdue

For a change in the rhythm

A Different equation must be used

Nothing here is going to work

Without faith in the words

The way I treat language changing

Creating something new

At least new to me

Thinking in a way

Unbeknownst to others

It might not make sense

But the universe makes no sense

At times, eventually

And in the end it all is subjective

At least it is to me

So lost in my mind

I can't seem to find

What I wished to drive

Into the heads of those alive

So the end will come

And it will maybe take some

Time going by like it is undone, and we will succumb

And I can't quite get it under my thumb

The reason why I am here

And the reason why I live

And in the end I will do as I do

Do what it is I have dreamt of

Creating worlds within my head

I will continue on 

And I will find what it is I should do

To make this world better

Somehow

And It shall be as it should be

Until the end

Of what My life is.