No Plans Poem by Phil Soar

Not one for making plans, I live in simplicity
Dragging myself from day to day intrinsically
Seeking a meaning to comfort me
Wandering alone absorbing everything

Rising each morning, I stretch the hours
Making the day seem punctured by ambiguity
Tracing my steps along the way
Wandering around absorbing everything

Days into weeks, weeks into months
Years of ambition washed away by my lifestyle
Dreaming through it all as if sleepwalking
Wandering around absorbing everything