Looking
For reasons,
Not to suppose,
That by and by
I’ll not dispose,
For me to abide
As I want compose…
Looking
At thoughts,
That questions
The soul,
Shadowed in doubt
Yet passing for whole,
When worth I gave
May have dried out,
Hence less than brave
I’ve agonized about,
A premature bide
In fates grave reside…
Looking
To find serenity,
That shan’t confine,
To narrowed time!
