Wanderings Year Ago

I once sat in the west wing,

And thought ahead in time's line,

A time's uncertain ring,

Leaves focus on the sublime,

The present affords to bring.

Again my mind is enticed

With it's struggle of vice

Leaving feelings asunder

and my feeling in ice.

Forgotten pages crinkel,

Like bones and stiff joints,

Polaris kindly twinkle,

The brightest of many points.

As I listen to the clock's tick,

Bundled tightly and thick,

Carry me off to sleep,

The benefit for me to reap.

Restless my mind continues to strive.

How can one who strives to live,

Be content with me existence,

Without playing a tune of melencholy,

On the strings of their heart.

Existence simple, existence yes,

With no cotemptment for the rest,

The disparity between the clouds,

Leaves the mentor with no crown.

Where am I, I do not see,

I cannot feel thee,

Embrace the absurd,

With its sign and the word.