My Mind Is A Wasteland Of Random Thought Poem by Mark Williams

My Mind Is A Wasteland Of Random Thought

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The river of life has been passing me by;
I'm standing in the water, but my feet are still dry.
And all that I own after thirty-eight years
Is a mind still untroubled by original ideas.

One foot in the grave, and so much left to learn;
If the lessons go unheeded, there's no cause for concern.
I've often heard it said that you should reach for the stars -
But if I'd tried and failed, I'd have never got this far.

The days go by, the years go by,
Where does the time all go?
And what's the reason for it all?
I guess I'll never know...

My mind is a wasteland of random thought:
Analyse/define/assess then redefine/ abort.

Subject to anticipation, subject to my will;
Subject to contemplation of the year's I've left to fill.
The future holds no promise, and neither did the past;
The only way I'll find success is when I die at last.

But if you don't exert yourself, you can find inner peace;
No need to go off searching for a chunk of golden fleece.
Recognize your limitations, do what you can do,
And there may be contentment in the time that's left to you.

The days go by, the years go by,
The time just slips away.
Is there a reason for it all?
I really couldn't say...

My mind is a wasteland of random thought:
Analyse/define/assess then redefine/ abort.

I see things very clearly now; success is for the few.
And love is quite beyond me, but that makes me happy too.
My friends have all deserted me, but were they friends at all?
I'd sit at home and wait for years, but no-one ever called.

Sometimes, in expectation of a sympathetic ear,
I sit and tell the stars above the end could soon be near.
My epitaph will read that I left every stone unturned;
I'm older, but no wiser, and no lessons have been learned.

The days go by, the years go by,
There's nothing more to say;
I don't know what the reasons are,
And who cares, anyway..?

My mind is a wasteland of random thought:
Analyse/define/assess then redefine/ abort.
Analyse/define/assess then redefine/ abort.
Analyse/define/assess then redefine/ abort...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 08 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Mark. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks

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