I thought the rain would fall today
to facilitate renewal
but thoughts go only just so far
and can’t complete the journey.
It tells me they are powerless
when coming from a place
beyond the borders far away
from original blueprints.
And I sought amongst the theories
of how to change the plan
and how to make the static move
from the old into the new.
And I moved from here to there
and from there to there and back to here
pending then another move
to the foreign and the new ~
yet still I’m bound within the sphere
of all I’m thinking of.
I will complete my journey
in the year two thousand twelve
but of thoughts they’ll go meandering
again, again, again,
in spite, oh, yes, indeed in spite
of knowing they are useless!