A Thought Chased And Stashed Poem by Timmy Curran

And at times there is
still a wonder
A flicker of something
that I would rather
not ponder
Too tiring to let
certain things rip,
there´s only smoke
there´s always a sip
Chasing a thought
in the humid air
makes for a languished
exsistence and I fear
I´m simply not ready
for that kind of commitment

And for that one time
where it could seem
that a fleeting motion
could be the answer
to all of my dreams
I can honestly say
I´d let it pass away
and sail through the
haziness of this,
another vintage day
laying the whims
of laziness and
commiting to nothing
but the certainty of uncertainty