Its time...to ramble

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,


“To talk of many things:

Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—

Of cabbages—and kings—

And why the sea is boiling hot—

And whether pigs have wings.”



Contemplation fills the brim of many empty minds
Of whereforth to go when the next sun doth rise
And I for 1 am 1 such person, raised chin into the world
Not of ignorance displayed but of troubled thoughts untold
For which step to take from here, which foot to take that step


When we have our minds made up then what then?
When does hesitence not become a part of the equation?

 
Dribble drabble of thoughts. No cause for worry. Is not the brain like that? cruising from thought to thought like a freight train? If I could catch every thought with a tweezer, Id be a genius.
 
 
God Bless