Facing the shadows of thought
That are masked in my mind.
I fly over the ideas of yesterday
That I never hatched, woe is me.
Why is an idea just left to wander
In a mind that is not overworked.
Seems the more I think of this,
The answer still eludes me.
Probably it is something simple,
As I do not have secrets to hatch.
Nor are my thoughts that deep,
That I have trouble expressing them.
Well it seems much more thought
Is necessary to unravel this maze.
No sense going in circles only
To find I'm back at the beginning.
Ron
from beginning to end,
and then back again.
It's the maze of my mind,
and the shape it's in.
Michael D.
"The shadows of my thoughts when I am gone
Will brighten up your day but not for long..." :)
Love ya!
Jane