Sometimes, mind takes a flight of fancy,

Ends up at a place where I like to be,

In my own sweet world with nary a worry.

And as thoughts flow thick & fast.

My paper may fill & ink might run out

As i take to pen my thoughts.

For there’s much that goes on..

O curious soul!

If you wish, I’ll tell you a tale.

Let me throw caution to the winds

for you’ll have to be a patient soul.

For there will be days that roll into weeks

If you care to hear it till the end.

But, if you think that’d be all,

No my dear, there’ll always be more.