Wavering musing caught my glimpse,
stuck in thoughts of circumstance.
Drifting into places I know,
can’t seem to let the thoughts go.
Dwindling deeper into my stare,
amusing myself, I have no care.
Shifting, twindling into time,
longing for a tell-tale sign.
Nothing roams, but flagrant pairs,
leaping into past snares.
Floating back, serenity,
wishing you would not stop me.
Take me into my echoes of time,
letting me ponder my reasons and rhyme.
Take no offense in my trance,
I am lost in happenstance.