Sometimes wonder
As I wander aimlessly
From think to thought,
Picking
pieces
Of the puzzle
Looking for the perfect fit.
Does
it matter
If the meter runs completely
Down to naught?
Consequences
Consequently run the
Entire alphabet.
Tiresome
to be contemplating,
Worried what
The world might see.
Wholesome
to be
Born in wisdom,
Knowing what will be will be.
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